Of the thirty million lords in this land out there,
Who claim to make one's 'life easy and prosperous'
Wonder why I think about just You every single day
For all You do is, sit still, ashes smeared and waiting to destroy!
So funny, people call the likes of you, 'a bastard'
For none have any clue, about your lineage or birth.
Even 'time' doesn't know, for it was just Your creation
Like once You stood, a beam of fire, with no beginning nor end!
You either sit silent like You did not exist, or
Dance mad like one who just discovered he was immortal.
I know, You don't care which one of them You do.
Still unable to do either of them, like You do!
And wanted to ask Your serpent friend something,
Hey, you! the limbless one, of all others so dying to just see Him, It's you,
He chose to give a place, not at foot, but up at head! Either too unfair,
Or, you have something special, this dumbo will never know!
One late morning I thought, it was the last one of this life
You were the lord of death, they said
But wasn't it You who pulled me out of it?
For whatever reasons you did, just know You got some plan for me!
As just a night out with You too short,
Want this ecstasy every moment of my life.
Awaken me up from this sleep, before its too late
Or I may forget for ever, that I am just in a dream called life!
Not looking for more miracles to happen to me,
For it is You who poured Yourself and became 'Me'
An idea this is in my head right now,
Waiting to see it become a Truth, far beyond any doubt soon!
