Hello, God…I’ll Call Uou Later

Hello, God…I’ll Call You Later

Hello, God, I know it’s prayer time,

But I’ll call you later-I am busy at present,

To clear the debris of my dream house,

But I don’t know where to start!

Sitting alone in a corner behind my broken

Dream pieces; I am devising means to sift

The pieces of good memories from the

Bad ones, and throw the rest

As the rubble in the unfulfilled repository

Of my hidden past;

The debris consists of concrete, iron and

Steel, plastics of many kinds, woodwork,

Electrical and electronic gazettes, and

What not which can be attributed to

Making of human beings; I, alone,

Represent the humans-oh,God!

Please don’t ask me about my basic

trait -the humanity which has gone for a

Hiding for sometime; but my God,

Where is your benign presence?

I’ve been missing you for so long!

I know that every time a war erupts

Somewhere on earth and innocent people,

Including ladies and children, who are

Molested and brutally done to death in

A routine and nonchalant manner,

You disappear from the scene for a long

Interval; but I feel the fragrance of

Your presence ; You will finally devise the

Means to make this world A better place.

Copyright@Rakesh Chandra