I don’t have pure tongue to thank
This is something as an imaginary conversation between me and God
I am:
You have created countless lives
Why did you create me?
In me who was born as a dust
What did you find honorable?
God:
To serve the purpose of creation
Everything created is good
The work of the creatures all
that will appear in seemly time
I am:
Father! Time is running out
My duty is what so that
Strangely I was looking
I will ask what the truth is
God:
My Child! Time is mine
Ensuing period is already designed
I am the one who chose you “A Man”
I will make your ways in due course
I am:
I see all the faults and errors
I speak in the way to shame
I am the one who taunt other’s
In spite doing the same errors
God:
Your sin I forgot
I never get anger aptly
In what tolerance are you
something you forgot this
I am:
Thou! Forgive me
I was needlessly livid
In presence of the Saviour
I still did my annoyance
God:
In what context are you
To get angry for any reason
You’re in a position as you came
Why should you torment yourself ?
I am:
My Lord! I made a mistake
I blamed the situation to escape
Because I live in your own shadow
There is no need to repent
The good father who showed the way
And the mother who cares and loves
In various ways I look unto them
They are the precious gift of Thee!
Like the father’s humility and sacrifice
Like the mother's love and affection
Like the innocence of the infant child
All qualities I must be obtained
I don’t have pure tongue to thank
For you are doing so many good
Like a cow which cares its new born calf
More You protect me with care and love
You will teach everything you command
that need to be always in front of mind
Me too without cheaper qualities
I must be refined as pure gold.
