I have been inundated
with philosophical thoughts.
You be the judge of how serious
they were.
In my dreams I met God.
We went for a stroll on the river bank.
At times, He would start to speak
But then he hesitated and wouldn't finish.
Between one such pause I asked,
Why did he have to bear the heavy burden of birth?
"it is a reminder to you about the sacredness of life"
"But my mother gave me life."
An exasperated sigh- "that is why you are mediocre.
Did you face the mirror?
Thought why no beauty spared you a second glance?
Children born of me rule your world.
You are the off-shored mass-produced cheap product"
Thanks to our history of Colonial Raj,
I had mastered the habit of saying:
"Yes my Lord"
Then I asked:
Why a woman president in the land of free,
was not a possibility?
He said:
"Son I admit my fault--
They have a critical design flaw.
I wanted to stop its production but had to continue on popular demand.
People said they were needed for turning houses into homes!
In order to rule, one needs a gun,
I forgot to give them one.
The President carries my stamp on Earth.
I can't approve of a faulty product"
And I said "Yes my Lord".
I gaped, and I gaped in awe!
Did this logic also produce the Colonial law?
But, I found His logic flawed.
I couldn't understand how
my wife managed to put the fear of God in me day and night.
The absence of gun make women tough bosses in real life.
Yes Sir or Yes Lord,
Is there any difference in submission to Earthly or divine God?
I thank thee for making it clear;
His children (hallowed thy names) are the Earthly Gods.
Now I ponder a philosophical point
Were the rulers of Colonial Raj God's children?
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Only if he played the milkman. It is a poem that reminds me of the story of Lord Krishna as an avatar and the kings advisor spoke to him as a friend advising him on battle. Women not allowed, no weapons. A fun read that seems at the same time mythical with a celestial sense of humor.
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A very well written write with a lovely sense of humour, enjoyed the read
I feel I should thank you appropriately. But I am not good at expressing myself. So a thank you will have to do.
Thank you 🙏
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First. Wow! I say these were very serious. Very profound and deep, righteous truth is in here. What you have done is held up God's mirror to us! To answer the final question. Yes they were/are. Which is why hate can never be the answer. BUT, sadly, some children go really really wayward. This is not a religious truth...per se...but it is SPIRITUAL and PRACTICAL one. In fact, religion houses the faithful and the wayward alike. There's grace in that. But it can also be hell! Ah...the complexities. Behind every question's answer lies more questions. And I will stop rambling and just say what is obvious: BRAVO! This is a fave! 🌹👏 Oh...and yes, the humor is what made this and got its point so eloquently across. Again. Bravo.
Thank you very much for the read and your valuable observations. I have the habit of questioning those which are accepted as infallible truth. Strangely many of those do not stand to scrutiny, but somehow has become obstacles in a clearer understanding of life.
Honestly I was not expecting any positive reaction to the poem given the apparent irrevence in its tone and content. Hence, absolutely floored by your fave and comments. Deeply appreciate your support 🙏
And that, my friend, is the beauty of poetry. Connection and relation. You are most welcome. Have a great day! 🙏
Best chuckle I've had for a very long while .. Neville
Thank you very much for the read. I genuinely feel happy that it could make you laugh. As for myself doctor\'s prescription has been laughter three times a day to keep the maladies away. Of course we can not blame him for overlooking the maladies of head!
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