How many times do I doubt my faith?
How many moments of pain and agony?
How many blows of unspoken spell of tyranny?
How many times would I fail me?
But, isn’t the evolution that I need?
For, you have come always to my rescue
For, I could not realize your hand so many times
For, I was led to question me and you so many times
Please, don’t suspect my questions
Please, don’t question my intentions
It’s all in the circumstances that you force me in
It’s all in the repercussions that you make me in
When you bring me beyond my questions,
You give me more reasons to doubt
Your unseen hand forcing me to look for my path again
I question, you take me beyond questions again
I look for life, you take my beyond this life again
Why do they say then the faith should be doubtless, absolute?
Questions have to be there
For, any spot of sustained suspicion,
Hampers the faith’s evolution
You’re fully inside me, in all; it is said,
But I don’t know if I’ve seen even a trace of my internal you
The battle is on, the journey is the real refinement