An Atheist View

My friends this poem is not complete the end is yet to be written.. i couldn't think of an end but thanks to an old class mate of mine priyanka saboo who reviewed this for me and gave me an idea for its end.. so i give credit to her..i even would thank mrudul sharma for bringing me into this...
I walk on a road,
Noticing different incidences,
Inspired by something,
That’s not even in existence.

I pass a place of worship,
See people praying.
A bunch of needy asks them for alms,
They just ignore and pass by warming their palms.I

stop them and ask why they were here,
They tell me they are offering prayers,
So when the time comes,
They are rowed to heaven,

I am taken off my guards,
I look back at the faces of the needy,
Outside the home of the god.
I look back at the faces of followers,
Outside the home of the god.

This they call devotion,
Throwing food into an obligation,
I wonder what good it would do to "him."
Isn’t he suppose to have everything.
What good is giving offering to someone not in need?
Shouldn't’t it be given to those in need?

I tell them what I think,
They "tsk" and look at me,
I anticipated an explanation,
They in turn comment on modern generation.

When I fail in my task,
They talk of my mistakes.
When I succeed in my job.
They say it coz of god.

They say he exits everywhere,
But I can’t find him anywhere.
Everywhere I look all I find is sorrow,
Even in HIS own home, HIS presence seems hollow.

I am told to have faith,
I try but it’s just not in my fate.
I live by my own thinking,
And they treat me as if i am the one dreaming.

I do not ask them to stop,
Nor asking their traditions to be dropped.
But I ask them to use logic,
And make them believe that world is not governed by magic.
They have their stoke of courage in him.
One who cant govern everyone's sin.

P.S. the end is yet to be added....