1 God – Poems on God , Creator – Volume 4 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

18. PLEASE BESTOW UPON ME

Please bestow upon me the status of being a jeweler; owning a palatial shop embodied

with scintillating diamonds and gold,

Only if i had the heart to embellish all those earlobes which were bare; all

fingers with an urge to dispense justice; with beads of exotic white pearls.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a soldier; cherished awards and

amulets adorning my bedroom mantelpiece,

Only if I possessed the tenacity to valiantly fight; was ready to relinquish

life any minute; for the sake of my country.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a Poet; penning down infinite lines of

mystical verse,

Only if I propagated the immortality of love; the spirit of humanity; the

essence of life through my Poetry.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a King; and my treasury overflowing

incessantly with opulent riches,

Only if I had the philanthropic ability to to disseminate the same equally; amongst all the

people of my Kingdom.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a Pilot; performing astounding and

acrobatic feats; nose-diving in free space,

Only if I safely transported all passengers; without the slightest of scratch from one

destination to another.

Please bestow upon me the status of being an Astrologer; impregnated with

the incredulous ability of prognosticating the future,

Only if I used the same for saving lives; implemented it prudently for the betterment of

mankind.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a wrestler; with bulging muscles protruding

from under my shirt; making me almost an invincible entity to conquer,

Only if I used my omnipotent power to annihilate the demons; vanquish ominous

elements endangering the society.

Please bestow upon me the status of being an Artist; sketching mesmerizing shapes

with my brush at lightening speeds,

Only if I could utilize my blood to beautify existence; convey the message of those

deprived; through my drawings.

Please bestow upon me the status of being a Singer; diffusing enchanting and

spell binding tunes from my throat,

Only if I opened my mouth every time my country needed me to speak; put people

engulfed with hysterical grief; to blissful sleep with my voice.

And Please bestow upon me the status of being a Human; appeasing my hunger

and thirst twice every day,

Only if I worked hard to earn my own bread; walked ahead in tandem with my

fellow counterparts; entwining their palms with mine.