Husband

I lived the life of a beggar,
Begging God to make my life better.
Hoping to achieve greater.
But never I knew
God won’t help me
That’s brutal but true.
Never in life had I lived
What I thought in my dreams.
So I begged more, to God,
And screamed.
Screaming and blaming him for everything.
Then I thought there is no God,
He is a joke.
But then I corrected myself,
As if he really is real,
Then by my words, he may get provoked.
So I feared God, never loved him,
And in turn, he never fulfilled my dreams.
Everything was a vicious cycle,
And life was hell.
This whole reality itself became my jail!
So I will suggest you don’t beg,
To the God who is deaf.
But work hard and find your way out.
And create a life yourself, to be proud.
Beggars don’t become great
They live in illusions
They use their illusions as lude.
So start a life of hope,
But never hope it to be true,
Have a life of greatness,
And live a life which lives only a few.
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