The Spectator

a poem by Manjushaa S

There are some, who inspire me,
Like whom I aspire to be.
Every cloud has a silver lining they say,
And every effort and hard work has got to pay.
From above we are watched, our behavior, our thoughts, and our actions,
We hardly spend much time for Him, just in fractions
Meanwhile in some distant heaven, the clock of god ticks away,
Life is a timeless fairy tale, a heterogeneous mixture of sorrow and joy.
Practically everyone has a reason to pray,
He smiles and listens to us all patiently, silently, unmoved by night or day.
He is indeed our supreme, spiritual creator,
The unseen distant Spectator.