God - Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar
The old man pleasantly smiled
and introduced himself
'Um...what you said? You...'
'I'm God' he was still smiling.
'Oh...well I like that. Anyway you-'
'Ok- -you're God! Come in please! '
He came, sat on a sofa comfortably.
'Mr...God what can I do for you? '
'Ha, ha..' I looked
He asked smilingly
'How're you? '
'I'm fine Sir-God! '
He doesn't look crazy, I thought
'I'm not crazy' he said.
I was embarrassed
'See dear' he said
'God can't afford to be crazy'
'I'm sorry Sir...'
'Don't worry it's OK! '
'God is..I mean you're
' Not exactly, Human is powerful'
'Well, if they're blessed! '
'By whom? '
'By you, naturally! '
'No, they're blessed by themselves.
They're aware what's wrong and right!
In fact they don't need me'
' Can I prepare tea for you? '
'I don't drink tea'
'I'm really happy for you choosing
me to visit'
'Well I thought to meet someone- '
The telephone rang,
In a hushed tone I told
my friend at the other end
'Hey..you here? Just now am with God'
'Damn you-you're not serious as usual,
'Oh cone on am not lying'
'- oof, I'll call you later'
He cut the phone.
I turned and looked. God was not there.
My wife was looking at me questioningly!
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