A Conversation with God

During the prayer

to God

I said,

‘I have nothing to offer

but my dreams.’

God was not assured.

Hundreds of devotees

queue up everyday

at least with a basket of flowers,

a few incense sticks,

and a coin or two.

I saw no reason

why God should be unhappy

with me, and with them all.

To God, I said again,

‘I have nothing to offer

but my faith.’

God showed no sign of assurance.

I was hurt

because God, my last refuge,

abruptly dismantled.

In bewilderment,

silently,

I walked away.

To my surprise,

a few minutes later,

God called me

and said,

‘you become God

and I your devotee;

I want to dream,

to wish,

to pray,

And to hear you answer them all.’

Joy suffused my body,

but a dilemma lurked

behind the euphoria

of unexpected achievement.

To myself,

I mumbled,

“If I become God

there will be none to grant my wishes.’

I found myself alone,

sorrow filled my body again,

and I changed my mind.

To God

finally I said,

‘I don’t want to become God,

I shall always remain a devotee

whose prayers are answered,

not answered.’