O The Father Of The Fathers, I Know Poem by Piyush Dey

If you have made evil people,
you have also made good ones.
If every morning there was
sorrow,
you sowed secret joys for the
night.
If you made things even worse,
you also tied a reason with a
thread of understanding.
If in the worst of any night
i had tears in my eyes,
you came as a wind to caress
my wounds.
And, i know, when i will be
dying,
you won't be there for the
mourning,
for you would be busy finding
a new womb for me,
and awaiting for me at the
dinning table with the angels
for a dinner.
I know, My Lord, you would be
loving as you used to when i
had been with your people.