Frustration Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Dear God,
I am looking for you,
I went to Kaba,
I went to Kashi,
I went to Kailash,
I went to Karbala,
I went to Jerusalem,
I asked the learned men,
Where is God?
They smiled at me,
As I smile,
When I see an insane,
They asked me to read,
The tomes they have,
I read these tomes,
I was more confused.

The money that I had,
Was about to finish,
So I came back,
To the dirty street,
That remains dark,
Due to energy crisis,
To my house that is thirsty,
Due to shortage of water,
And tried to make,
A cup of tea,
But the gas in stove,
Could not boil the water.

Frustrated and dejected,
I started walking,
On the dark street,
Two men came on a bike,
And snatched my cell phone,
On gun point.

I decided to come back,
To my house of problems,
That has a generator,
That has an UPS,
That has a water pump,
But during my absence,
All went out of order.

I am still alive,
I still survive,
And worked hard,
To solve the problems,
A few have been solved,
And a few are remaining,
Should I accept all that?
As my written tough fate,
A punishment of my sins,
Or a game of probability!

But the question remains,
Where are you?
Don't have you sometime?
For a weak old man.

And not only me,
My nation and my world,
Is a place of sufferings,
With pains and strains,
With bloods and wounds.

The nation is standing,
Very close to a ditch,
And the leaders of the nation,
Are playing games of chess!