How easily do we all forget God!
He was supposed to live in our heart.
And not just in a temple or a mosque.
But we assumed that just one prayer
Would bring us so close to His grace.
But do we ever care to remember Him?
In all of those happy moments in our life?
Do we bother to just say a small Thanks?
For the debt of every single moment alive
Not before the face of tragedy shows up.
And then we hope and care to pray to Him.
Some even blame him for being merciless.
Alas! Blame ourselves for our act of betrayal.
God was here with us under our very nose.
Could we smell the gratitude of fragrance?
That's why pain opens the ever closed eyes.
And then paints before us the truest picture.
In our devotion is a cause for remembrance.
For what we seem to call pain is a blessing.
We fail to recognize the Almighty in disguise.



The Story Behind

This poem voices the same message as did my poem 'The Masterstroke'. But the former was telling us the importance of pain in our life. It talked about the misfortune of some becoming an important lesson for the more fortunate ones.

This poem is a taunt to all those who pray to God in only times of difficulty, otherwise conveniently forget him. Only when we desperately need help do we pray. Do we really pray because we want to acknowledge gratitude of God for what he has given us? No. We never thank him for all those happy memories but pray or worse hate him when you are caught in a misfortune.

This poem would help you realize your mistake and be grateful to God always and accept whatever falls in your stride without ever forgetting to pray, come what may. That is but a test of true devotion.