God Hates Fatalist Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

Once upon a time in a village
There was a hermit of old age
He was a devotee of false pride
To gain in life he never tried
One day there was a heavy flood
Every one cried for his blood
Many of them were taken out safe
Except the hermit who was unsafe
The officials tried their level best
To convince him to accept their test
But he never bothered to save his life
Though sitting on the point of knife
Three chances were offered as miracle
But he refused and made it farcical
Those who wait for unexpected
Their role is always suspected
His rigidness swallowed his life
And he died without any strife
After death he reached the God's court
And abused God for not his support
God heard his hurting words being mute
When he finished, God played on flute
And asked, ' What happened my son? '
The hermit fired a question like a gun
Why did you not save me from the flood?
You are selfish my Father, not good
The people are laughing at my devotion
And every one is raising a question
About your love for your devotee
I doubt, you have any repartee
God came near the hermit being cool
And spoke, my son you are a big fool
I never go directly to save any man
I send my men to help my every fan
I help all those who never wait
Like you and try to open the gate
I never help the idiots like you
And whom I help are very few