Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Solitary walk..

God sat for judgment on his golden throne
Tear stained, I went. Dispirited, I stood
I didn’t ask him for riches or luxury
Not for me the silk, diamonds or gold
I didn’t ask him for fame or glory
Not for me the jealous looks or bitter sighs of others
I didn’t ask him for happiness, nor for love
It is almost too much to hope for.
I asked for peace,independence and the right to be
His nostrils flared: ‘Blasphemy!” he roared.
Bewildered, I stood for a moment
Then it dawned up on me.
You were the god of my forefathers
Oh, lord of Patriarchy, keep thy gifts to thyself
Alone I will traverse this stormy night.

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