My dialogue with God

a poem by Chetan Bhatia

GOD ASKED
Why are you so lost?
Is something bothering you;
Tell me your problem,
And I will step in your shoe.

I SAID
Don’t you dare talk to me?
I prayed to all night all day;
I reminded you a million times,
But you had nothing to say.

GOD REPLIED
Look at you,
Of what you did;
You made a request,
Like an innocent kid.

With all the gifts and offerings,
You try to please me;
I feel so insulted,
When on my face, you tease me.

You count the rosary,
All day long;
You took my name,
In every hymn and song.

Before you knew,
I heard your prayer;
It is already in my notice,
Don’t worry, now I will take care.

You don’t trust me,
But claimed;
Every time you reminded me,
I feel ashamed.

Of all those offerings and gifts,
I really don’t need;
You try to trade them with your hopes,
Alas! You lost your innocence to greed.

I don’t want those things,
Nor do I do blessings in lieu;
If I really wanted all that,
Think again, why the hell I need you.

I ASKED AGAIN
Why is that you ache me,
Why is it you give me pain;
Sometimes I feel you really enjoy,
At my loss, is your gain.

GOD SMILED AND REPLIED
When you get stuck in the traffic,
You get impatient and flip like a caged bird;
Remember there are people in this world,
For whom driving is a privilege unheard.

Just because you had a bad day at work,
You break down with tears;
Think of those millions,
Who had been out of work for years?

You made a scene with others,
About a relationship gone bad;
Think of a person falling in love,
And getting love in return, like a dream, he never had.

You grieve over passing of a weekend,
Rests is over and time again to start the work thing;
Think of a woman heavily in debt,
Who works 7*12 hours to feed her offspring.

Miles away from help your car broke down,
All you do is abuse and curse talk;
Think of a physically handicapped person,
Who shall love the opportunity to take that walk.

Sometimes in life, you ponder about yourself,
Where are you leading and what is your aim;
Be thankful for that opportunity you got,
For many don’t live long enough to realize the same.

On passing away of one of your relative,
If you feel deprived and lonely;
Think of a child, who came to this world,
As poor, orphan, helpless soul only.

You failed an exam,
And you feel cheated and left out;
Think of those millions,
Moving around the planet with illiteracy and self-doubt.

Victimized by other peoples bitterness,
Ignorance, smallness, insecurities and ill-grace;
Remember, things could have been worse,
You could have been in their place.

Now it is for you to decide,
Have I hurt you a lot?
Beside your-self, there is a world out there,
For them, do spare a thought.