At last the God appeared before him
“O, God, bless me, where were you?
I searched you in various religious places;
Enchanted you names million times a day.”
“Ahh, Son. I’m hiding from good peoples
Now I’m more hopeless and helpless than you
I beg you to answer my haunting doubts
‘Who created the religion, various countries,
the language, race, caste, money and class?’
I swear, I didn’t ever dreamt of such things.
Please take me to any of these creators,
I’ll demand them to fulfill my one and the only wish,
‘To let me re-live in the heart of every child,
The poors, lovers, the old and the good people.”