by Keshab Sigdel
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.’
Dec. 27, 2008
Last updated May 24, 2019