Unrewarded
In the
name of God, prayers are sung everyday
Day and
night, relegating every vital thing away
Always
faithful in my duties to serve my Lord
It
shields me from all kinds of earthly miseries
And
entitles me to be in the garden of canaries
But...
I always sit on the ledge in apprehension
My mind
is messed up with crazy superstitions
I have
postulated my own theory on Providence
Life is
clogged with lies making it awfully filthy
And
crammed with irrational thoughts of insanity
Maelstrom
of undesirable sorrow pulls me in
I am
stuck in an abyss of despair and chagrin
Without
understanding the cause for my pains
Wandering
in this darkness is not helping me
Oh,
Lord; unshackle me from unbearable misery
*
* *
My Dear
Child,
Your
faith is unrewarded because of your pride
It
brags about your conceit for it is not kept aside
Stabbing
the hearts of dear ones who helped you
And
inflicting unrecoverable pains in their souls
So your
prayers are relegated as unopened scrolls
You
should know that you are an imperfect being
Thus, I
created you to have emotions and feelings
Which
are same in the hearts of people around you
Drench
your eyes with the joy seen in those dear eyes
Learn
to honor those souls praying for your cries
You bow
your head down to show your humility
And
join your hands in your prayers for mercy
Rest
assured that it will not help until you change
Think
on your acts that jabbed the hearts of others
They
will unfold your wrongs one after another
Learn
to be the champion of genuine kindness
Let the
words from your mouth have cheerfulness
Be a
tender soul for those who care for your heart
Do not
be rude and put a leash on your tongue
Remember,
I am the only judge for the unsung
Be
obliged to those who pray for your redemption;
They
entreated me to guide you out of perturbation
By
sparking a faint light from your despairing soul:
Their
prayers have compelled me to act right away
Before
the sun rises on the horizon for a new day
March 01, 2015
