A Question to the Creator

Oh! Creator! Oh! God!
Here kneels a Creature before thy golden throne.
Care for my cries, and bless me with your hands.

My blind eyes Oh! Creator ,desired for the light of Wisdom
And my deaf ears longed to listen to the sound of Truth

My tasteless tongue Oh! Creator
Craved for the sweet words and my dumb lips seek
To produce the tune of love.

My unfelt body Oh! Creator aspired for the touch of relief
And my broken hands and legs are useless to help my brethren.

Oh! Creator, the greatest Wisdom
Oh! God the Love, Justice and Mercy,
Tell me Oh! Father, Is this Creation
A mistake or a failure?

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The Search
On the wings of winds, through days and nights
Went I , to the city of mountains, to meet Him on His throne.
But my journey long it seemed, was to end at His palace door.

My eyes, tired and sad, espied an old soul on some Grecian street
I descended and queried to learn,his lips mumble,” I’m looking for man”.
Quietly, I left and was on my wings again.

Past temples and spires, past the silence of synagogues,
I flapped my wings and flew; but what I saw was spilling blood,
Murder, rape, envy and gossip.

A father beaten by his younger’s hand; Mother making her child still born
And forms vanishing in wine .
Now I know world look like; a sphere melting in flames of pain.

Enough of search, enough of everything; I sat to close my eyes and sleep.
But not for long, I heard some one call, some faint feeble voice call, “ water, water …”
I looked around and see a man half dead; reaching his hands for some water…
I gave him from my little bottle, what was left, a drop, a drop of love ( and not water )
He smiled and said “brother, I’m God” ! and filled my heart with growing joy.

( Written in 1985 )