Introspection Of An Insignificant Poem by Ch J Satyananda Kumar

I am not wise and a man of letters enjoying stardom
But, a rag-picker collecting debris on the dunes of the river of wisdom
And picking-up the bread crumbs at His table looking towards his kingdom
I am not a poet, author and Nobel laureate
But, scribbling the gathered truths on my tattered scrap book as a humble literate
I never held power and coveted positions
But, embarked on every task and assignment as per His suggestions
I was never in possession of much wealth and fat wallet
But, was never in want, getting every need of mine sitting at His tuffet
I am not a towering personality and a giant
But a dwarf just started growing-up to the normal natural stature, not to be quaint
I never enjoyed lavish feasts and multi-coursed dinners
But thank God, I was never starved and He kept me on the list of bread-winners
I am not sure of my place in heavenly abode
But, I earnestly venture to finish my course on my spiritual road
I am not an evangelist, apostle or mighty gospeler
But, I take pleasure to narrate the love story of my savior
I never sat on thrones and craved for powerful seat
But, I never carried the palanquins of the wicked and sat at unrighteous’ feet
I am not an all knowing savant
But, by the grace of God, I am not yet a pedant
I am indeed not a saint
But, now I am a forgiven sinner, as HE considered my plaint!