No Need Of A God Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Bring me my coffin,
O’ Father,
Let me take my eternal rest;
Scalded in the fire
Of untold tribulations
Sorry! I am in haste.

My miserable soul rebels
Against your biased scheme;
Exhausted I feel and being in
The upstream all the time
I need to end my dream.

You always scuttled my moves
To be cared and loved;
My trust on you vanished
As you snatched away those
For whom my heart throbbed.

The gifts of misery and misfortune
You bestowed upon me;
Take back please, not to return
And set my soul free.

In the dark cell of moist earth
Dug just three feet deep;
Don’t ever come for once
To disturb my sleep;


What peace, what love
Can you to this world offer?
Let your blessings go to drain
When so many die of hunger.