Sorry God Poem by Sameer Ahsan

I fall short to pass your ordeal, oh God sorry! !
At tender age, when little things do put to worry
And, I sense only odds lined up to assemble,
Upon the path when I try to walk and shuffle!

A weary traveller am I, worn out within
Searching the secrets of contentment and happy living,
And all I can see is dark clouds of disparity around,
That howl and growl o'er my head with too much sound.

Yet am I drenched in anticipation and belief -
That never will there be 'no' your holy divinity,
And waiting for my prospect in your voice
That at once would blow off woes and paint my life
With colours, flavours and good vibes.