God Or Death

I don’t understand why

People out there fear

You’re not that cruel

I’m too sure

I, unlike others

Call you each day

Beg in front of you

To come and bless

But you seem to go only to ones

Who are as happy as a gay

Or to the ones who

Have their hair turned grey

Till when I’ll be

In this desperate state?

You promised that

You’ll not be this late

Other than sitting here

And waiting for you

What else can I do?

I promise I’ll welcome you

Do come early.