These lines are written in response to a prompt on

The prompt was to write about the image given below.


One prays sincerely and fervently

Begging to the divine

To fill in the gaps

That fate keeps on leaving blank

As if the divine

Will grant their wish

Looking at the prayer

And it’s intensity

Or sometimes

One is enlightened enough

Knowing there’s no divinity

Yet bows to their fate

What it keeps throwing at them


Most of the times

It’s a habit a routine

Picked up at an age

When they learnt to imitate

Without understanding anything

And they still do not

Nor they want to understand

For it’s easier to follow

Than question everything