I am now at my table
littered by
books and notes
What shall I
write?
Shall I
write -
If the sky
turns turtle
and becomes
an inverted bowl,
will we all
fall into it
in flesh and blood
and offer to
the earth?
No- no that
is absurd.
I will
interview God -
My first
question will be-
now that you have created life
and its
myriad forms
how do you
fill your leisure
Do you
enjoy- the communal riots
the pandemic,
the corona virus
changing
form and character
as we change
clothes
four times a
day.
Do you enjoy
the Ukraine war
the blasted
buildings
bombed out
cities
homeless streetless
roadless vacant debris
and the
party changing man
hiding their
own shame
in seven
star hotels.
God looked
at me
Did I permit
you to interview me?
I looked at
him-
Why you are
our Father our creator
for you
there are so many
temples,
churches mosques
do I have no
right to ask my father
God chopped
in -
Yes yes I
have given you rights
you can ask
but
ask only one
thing:
Does God
need to reply
to questions
which are wrong?
God smiled
again
if you don't
want to play
this power
game of life
come and
sleep in my lap.
Sabita Sahu
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