An Atheist in Love – Upashna

A committed atheist,
I prowl the realm of mortals
wearing a robe of snobbery
sceptre of rationale
held close to heart,
head unbowed to any form of divinity.
Brandishing words
peering through the faces of ignorant fools,
smirked at their lugubrity.
Until one day,
sauntering down the path
strewn with cherry blossoms
I came across an old novitiate.
The beauty of the flower
still floating in my eyes,
my thoughts distracted
by the fairest maiden
I ever beheld.
was the word that slipped my tongue.
Cursed be the lips that spake thus,
a fallen angel doesn’t speak of God.
A sudden force possessed me
clouding my reason
a discourse between my heart and mind.
Her eyes met mine,
which read of innocence
the sweetest rhyme.
She kissed the rosary,
and chanting her lords name
turned away.
Her black habit fading from my sight
helpless, I was left
in front of his might.

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