A DIALOGUE…

This poem is more of a question, internal conversation, which many of us would ask God because somehow we feel that certain situations which come in our lives are due to his lack of acceptance. Many of you may relate to this poem.

A DIALOGUE !

You call yourself my father, oh lord!

My caretaker, my mate, my true reward

I don't see you, yet I trust your existence

Know you are there, though in no bodily presence

I often wonder when you say you feel my pain

You evaluate my deeds, my loss, my gain

You say you love me unconditionally

Your  motto is harmony,peace and equality

Yet I see so much of differences in the world

Power of ruling disrupts,the vision gets blurred

Rich become greedy and poor starves

You  say it is my fate that I carve

This body which I claim is mine hurts, brings sorrow

To nourish it I feed, act, live,steal,lie, beg or borrow

You again say you keep away from my deeds

It's my karma which shapes my births indeed!

Many situations overpower strength of I the soul

Certain people hollow me creating a hole

I weep, I bleed,melancholy, scared and all alone

you don't come to my rescue when in agony I moan

Whom should I look for in this time of need?

When I don't see a path or a hand to lead

Why do I suffer when you are my Supreme?

I know you are in real and not a mere dream.

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