My Conversation With God

My Conversation With God short poem

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And finally I met him with a list of questions to ask,
Sitting on the cliff why did he let me suffer in the dark,
The forest was hazy and cold with tress covered under frost,
I looked for the footprints but the unbeaten path did not give me any hints,
There was a beautiful phase, but that was a maze
I was in the plight dying for your sight
Finally, the fear of the path and wounded in the bloodbath
I made a shelter in the rath…

Holding my hands and wiping my tears he was calm as he came near,
He too was wounded like me with many darts because he said I was his part,
He replied,” I sent the fireflies to show you the light, but you did not look up in your plight,
I wanted to save you from the forest fire, keeping it cold and dark was not my desire
I held your hand in the dark noises, but you always took me as an oasis
I was always standing by your side but the fear of future kept you blind…
And he answered for everything that I encountered
I asked him for forgiveness as my heart was filled with bitterness
God looked into my eyes, calming all the tides
And now I feel so light with everything beautiful and bright

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