Conversation With God
I went to the place I often frequented And was flabbergasted with what I saw. Unable to control myself I questioned, “Lord what has been done to you? Why in the name of religion Is shoving and pushing permitted Amongst those Who want to have a glimpse of you? Why is special treatment given To those who pay a hefty sum To the Trustee fund? Why is there a separate gate For VIPs to meet you? Aren’t we all equal before you?” Disappointed, I continued my rant, “Where is the sanctity that once existed In your so called Sanctum Sanatorium? Where is my Lord who used to console When I ran up to him whenever troubled? Who are you now? Why have you changed? Why cannot things be as before?” I was unhappy, broken inside, This place wasn’t what it used to be. As I looked at the idol when I could, Amidst shoving hands and shaking heads, I heard a voice that no one could, I heard a whisper in my head. “Dear child I am still the same But some things are not in my hands....