to the Lord and Master of the Universe
Unimaginable things to accomplish
To scream out my thoughts for human emancipation
Give me time Lord, to accept your call
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'
So much yet to be done in less time
I know that when your call comes
Some more time I may plead but
God, I tell you now spare me for
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'
Have mercy and give me time my God
I shall have to take leave of my close ones
Tell them all I could not tell
For I always thought they would judge me
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'
But now when you are the final judge
Theirs would not matter any longer
I would surrender to you in totality
Give me little time to say my all
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'
By aryaindia
Author's comments:
We never know the final call and each of us likes to be ready when it comes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem