Dialogue Between God And Beggar

In that dark small room of small measurements

A candle was lit by two hands

Changing the rags on his body

Settling on a mat very profoundly.

Very sincere, very genuine

Was his state of mind

Hands folded, neck bent, recitation began

 With a focus of its kind.

That lean soul wrapped in a rag, a little torned

But properly washed

Settled, and earnestly to God to appear,

He prayed.

With a thunder and bright light

Appeared  God in that room

Bright was the scene, beggar kneeled

With eyes in full zoom.

With tearful eyes, voice shivered

The beggar spoke to God,

“Oh God! Here is my today’s report

But before that, I pay gratitude for

These two healthy hands of mine

That make me to work and dine

Two healthy legs that keep me on the move

And each day with your grace I improve.

For today’s bread God, I didn’t beg

I polished a few pair of shoes of those without one leg

Loaded some stuff on few trucks,

Was enough to have those sufficient bucks

Helped two blind and one old

To cross the road.

That was sufficient to earn two days meal

And God here I am in front of you with full zeal.

I also bought a pair of slipper

And for the nights a small dipper.

I am grateful for what you made me to do

To feed this structure of bones and muscles, onwards to move.

But Hey God! I am confused, a little stressed

Why the rich envy, why are they distressed?

Why so much anguish in their hearts

They live in big villas with multiple parts

And why poison in their mind

Outwardly they look quite refined

With so much of riches around?”

“Growling” why do they sound?”

God replied,

“Karmas are accumulated by a living being

In kalpas after kalpas, and not my doing,

One has to bear the fruit of it

I only maintain the accounts in their fate to fit.

While choosing the ingredients of life,

The rich chose the devils of lust, luxury, and strife

Animosity, ego, ignorance and jealousy

Fake was their way of love and courtesy

Ignored by them were, truly

The angels of peace and tranquility

As they were wrapped in rags like you.

That was their choice, I had nothing to do.

So my devotee, everything but the one

That rich don’t have and you possess,

The peace of mind and contentment,

From me is the supreme bless.

As these angels from the rich stay away,

So they see negativity in their way.

You loved the angel of peace,

He hugged you, was a bliss.

Rag is what gives the outer look

But contentment of heart is the golden book.

The real Kingdom is the kingdom of heaven

Where nothing is uneven, everything is even

You expiate your karma and join my kingdom

Where riches and lust that flows, is pure wisdom

Then no death, no birth, the state is

Enlightenment

Life is immortal and in this universe, heavenly

Is each moment.

Set up each step towards the path

Of supreme delight

The sun has already risen in your heart

Noble be your thoughts

And core so bright...