If everything was to fill Man with guilt,
A very weird world, He’d have unknowingly built.
Was it to help Religion gain power?
Faced with his sin, Man would cower.
Life on Earth was to be His gift,
Not a punishment stunning and swift.
If pleasure was always to be denied,
Then why was this coveted life glorified?
The Good vs Evil, Right vs Wrong,
Hasn’t it carried on far too long?
Why didn’t we develop it into commonsense?
What would make Man regain innocence?
Are we to always turn to Him,
Before using our fancy or whim?
Or is there anywhere a trace of Free Will,
I-am-on-my-own kind of thrill?
Is it only a to-be-crossed-over ocean,
Is Man to examine his every emotion?
Until he finally draws his last breath,
And falls into the claws of fearful death.
Is God his strength or makes Man weak?
Leaving things to Him, isn’t that meek?
Why would this world such meek would inherit?
Is God’s mercy based on any merit?
Should we helplessly to faith resign,
Or reason and question His plan and design?
Are there for blind loyalty, extra marks,
As on his gifted journey, Man embarks?
Is it time to look at this concept afresh?
Wherein not just for the soul but a role for the flesh?
If God has made Man in His likeness,
Why would He want him to always suffer in contriteness?
Am I the first man faced with this dilemma?
Am I the only one to question the dogma?
There can’t be just one time in history,
When God came to us to resolve the mystery.
My body is mine, and so is my soul,
Together they make my life a whole.
No making my earthly life a passing phase,
A better life in heaven I don’t chase.
I stand alone, blazing my own trail,
Religion and God don’t make me frail.
Life’s meaning I don’t relentlessly seek,
Sin and guilt forever don’t make me weak.
I don’t intentionally do any evil or wrong,
But on my lapses, I don’t dwell too long.
After death, for me, there is no surprise.
For I regard my life on earth, my paradise.
