Walking with noble strides,
I went near the life size replica of the poet
And shared with him the feelings
Coming in surges and breaking against
The delicate walls of my heart.
He remained quiet, eyes moist with tears.
The I thought of going to God,
The greatest among all poets,
Of all times, past, present and future.
It was not an uphill task, for the bleating lambs
Held me company and the minarets
Swayed joyfully to wish me luck.
The luscious meadows smiled green,
The sun hid behind the clouds white
To make my flight as smooth
As the eagle’s flight soaring high.
I flew to the beat of my heart’s drum.
At that moment, I was not this body,
I was not these hands, nor these feet,
I was this soul, braving the winds.
When I reached God’s abode,
I saw nothing but light
And I became light.
God sat, sad and solitary,
Seeing Him, I cried like a child.
He held me in His arms and I could feel
His tears mingling with mine,
On my cheeks warm.
I did not ask God any question
For with God, questions do not exist
For He is the answer to everything.
He felt sad for the women and innocent children
Facing the atrocities of cruel war,
The old men burying their sons, after a bomb blast,
The rich wasting food and the poor dying without food,
Girls being abducted, raped and confined to walls,
Politicians being served instead of serving
And priests practicing religion little in light
And indulging in pedophilia in the dark.
I could feel God’s sadness in every cell of my body.
I held Him and kissed His cheeks.
I could see a glimpse of joy in His eyes
As I promised to Him that we poets
Will make use of our pen to create order
In this disorderly world.
As I was leaving,
God gave me a mighty present………
A pen and a pot of ink.