God Won't Ask. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Souls are immortal,
leave bodies soon after the
last breath.
Meet the supreme soul,
some where in the unknown land,
after all our tragedies end with death.

Supreme soul won't ask whether
you drove a small or a big car.
Rather ask the number of people,
facing transport hurdles,
you helped to lift in your carrier.

He won't ask the total area,
built up area and the number
of storeys you owned.
Rather ask how many people
you received and entertained
cheerfully when they groaned.

God won't ask how many, how
high were your friends
and relatives on the earth.
Rather ask the number whom
you rendered help as a friend
of worth.

He won't ask the cost of Sarees,
clothes in your wardrobe
and also their numbers.
Rather ask the number of people
wearing rags whom
you provided free clothes.

He won't ask how many lives
you killed for pleasure, violence
commerce and food.
Rather ask the numbers you saved, served who cried in pain
when others heckled.

For sure, the Alpha and Omega won't ever ask the leaders
the number of promises they made to the people.
Rather ask the numbers they kept
since He is well aware that their
promises are to be sunk in oblivion and pills to sheeple.