Believe It Or Not - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Believe it or not but He came in my dreams,
I was a child and I was always told,
do it, it's good and God likes it,
don't do that, God dislikes that,
I was so much annoyed of God,
That I wished one day I could meet Him somewhere,
and I could ask Him as to why he is happy and unhappy
like my old grandfather,
who always interfered in my personal life,
always either an advice or an order,
do it and don't do that,
and being annoyed too much,
one day when my grandfather was sleeping,
I put chewed gum on his beard
I knew he loves his beard too much
to get rid of the chewing gum,
my grandfather had to reduce his beard.
The same night God came in my dreams,
I saw beams of colorful light
down pouring on me like the pleasant rains,
rains of seven colors from the seven skies,
I was wet in the light and started shivering,
suddenly the lights changed their shape,
and I saw stairs of light that changed their colors,
someone came down
with a big bag on his shoulders,
bent with the load,
coming down slowly,
left hand on the load,
walking stick in the right,
I was afraid and wet in sweats
though it was a cold winter night
Who was He?
With a veil on his face he came to me,
put his warming hands on my head!
'No need to be afraid of me,
I am your God,
here are a few gifts for you.'
A packet of chocolates,
a pack of candies,
a packet on which there was a picture of a car,
a badminton racket and a cricket bat!
I was so much pleased and excited, as well.
'Hell with my old grandfather,
he tells lies,
God is great and good.'
I asked God to show me His face,
And he replied, 'One more gift for you,
it's a packet of chewing gum and here is my beard.'
And when He unveiled His face,
I was amazed to see He was my old grandfather.
Lovingly he smiled and said,
'My son, I love my beard,
but I love you more than my beard.'
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