God

The dilapidated atheist sat Self-proclaimed rationalist Fondling his smoky beard Eyes myopic, looks haggard Laboring with tons of knowledge That loaded his swollen head Case of intellectual encephalitis A sign-board on his desk read 'There is no God' - the goddamned word He said should be removed From all dictionaries the kids read So they grew up true rationalists Excelled as great scientists An untouched fat tome covered with dust Adorned a corner of his desk Oxford, Chambers, or Webster, God knows whatever Perhaps, a volume of the great Britannica That carried knowledge without measure By which he always swore Except for that one unfortunate word 'God', which he was convinced Shouldn't exist, for God doesn't exist His life now almost expended In negating sadly what he was convinced Never ever existed He was feared by the pious None dared debate with him Invincible he strode Like Fagin of Dickens Triumphant, villainous, grinning Hands inserted in his trouser pockets Till a guy, stupid in his eyes, Shot a poser - why not identify Other things that don't exist And have them too prised Away from the books children read Fagin fumed with scorn Dumb-ass, go ahead mention Just one other thing that should be thrown Into the bin with your unwanted icon Nonchalant answered the stupid Permanence is first in my list Show me a thing that forever exists In a universe where even stars perish More such words then I can enlist Caught on wrong foot, Fagin thought, This dumb-ass he shouldn't underrate Cautious now he explained Permanence can remain For it is just a concept, an antonym, For the impermanence the world suffers Heat and cold I can accept Light and darkness as well, Stupid rejoined, as antonyms, For the pairs very much exist So is the case with happiness And all our unhappiness, For both do we experience How in the world, tell me, Sir, Do you accept what doesn't exist As antonym for a fact plaguing our midst? What logic permits you To accept non-existent impossibilities Into your reasoning sensibilities Like immortality and omniscience Fullness and omnipotence When all that you have for keeps Is death, change, limitation and weakness? And why does your maths Yearn to embrace the impossible lass Who is christened infinity When all it has are numbers Playing finitudinal chess And counting pebbles like Newton said? Fagin sat speechless He knew he had to trash With God, a lot of his erstwhile vocabulary All the words the dumb-ass arrayed Which he had shamelessly used In his innumerable debates With eminent adversaries The simpleton closed the debate Giving Fagin a parting kick It is immortality against which you rue Your time-bound mortality As every change that occurs in time Is seen against an unchanging screen It is omniscience against which shines Your silly knowledge and ignorance And it is fullness that lights up The falsity of your limited being All your wants and inadequacies Without the three you can't be The world can't be The three are non-different And synonyms for the God you trash As is permanence which you can't spot And yet not do away with The day this Truth is realized Reckon you are no more you The failing corpus, but one with God Nay, there is nothing else then but God Against Whom the world does seem Afflicted by birth and death Change, wants and ignorance For which reason He is called The Creator with the magic wand Now tell me if you want God trashed Mind you then you too are trashed Fagin sat stroking his beard A bruised ego licked its sores A perennial malady for atheists All confounded rationalists