One night in my dream,
God was pleased to come,
To answer my prayers,
I did, as usual, all my days.
I asked Him, "Ho my God,
I've a doubt to be cleared.
Why make the rich richer,
And the suffering poor poorer? "
God laughed and said, "Oh you fool,
Many good things I always tell,
No temple is better than a Mother,
No Mantra is more than a Father."
"But more of your time you waste,
In setting up one after another trust,
And you collect temple entry fees,
Making me a doll for visiting devotees."
"Even in a pillar or an atom I live,
But my words you never believe.
When you help the poor in distress,
You're worshiping me, it means."
"So, never search for me outside,
But dive deep in your heart inside,
Where I sit and pump your heart,
As otherwise you're dead next minute."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem