A QUESTION TO GOD
Who is God?
What lives inside us?
Where is his place, within this temporary body.
Yes, I have heard that the Spirit is His, and He is the Spirit.
I have no right to question God.
For what?
Can’t a child question his or her authorship?
So write down your fate.
The irony of the unspeakable fate that accompanies it.
One after the other, he walks away.
O God, you are the Creator
Many beautiful colorful flowers called animals in the garden of the earth’s surface.
Some laugh and some cry.
Why are you so unfair?
Fill everyone’s face with happiness, empty smiles.
Get rid of grief.
No matter race, creed or color, everyone is the child of the same mother.
No, I have the right to question the authority of all creation,
But I am an ignorant child
The world of happiness and sorrow
is mine.
I want to live a beautiful world.
A beautiful society.
Where there is empty humanity.
Love, respect for each other.
©️Banasmita Panda .
