IMPALPABILITY OF OMNIPOTENCE

This poem is about a mad man whose only friend is GOD. A typical conversation between him and GOD is materialized by this poem..

IMPALPABILITY OF OMNIPOTENCE

 

 

You never talk to them,

But they always talk to you.

I asked him at last,

As the miasma of perplexity grew.

 

Don’t call me judgemental,

But I dare say you are biased.

For the pride of creation is so puissant,

That sometimes the Master gets influenced.

 

Programmed you have,

For us to be fallible.

But you never intervene,

To give a modicum of hope to the needful.

 

Oh! Don’t you think that I am an atheist?

That dwindled into insignificance has my belief in thou,

For not every time we get a good harvest,

Of the crop that we sow.

 

Patience is not about waiting,

It’s about keeping your virtues alive while you wait.

I demanded an explanation from him,

As he stood there motionless in front of the temple’s gate.

 

 

I know you listen to me well,

But act as if you don’t.

And the people ignored me and called me mad,

As I continued to talk to that big statue of stone.

 

-         HARSH KATYAYAN

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Pathtaken]

what a thought provoking poem. I have devout faith, though i do not visit the temple. I can only feel sadness for those without faith, but I understand how life can bring us to the point of questioning the creators motives and perceived lack of action. I wouldn't change a word of it.

[H@RSH]

THANKS!!!!!!!! I guess we share same ideologies :)