HELPLESS GOD

You sit there,
With my hands around your shoulder
Your head buried between your knees
And you ask,
“Do I have to Look up?”.

You sit there,
With my eyes closed in hope,
A booklet of prayer hidden in your palms,
And you ask,
“Do I have to Pray?”.

You sit there,
With my eyes stuck upon yours
A tiny tearlet, stuck on your cheeks
And you ask,
“Do I have to smile”?

You sit there
With my life depending on yours.
An oxygen mask hanging on your face,
And you ask
“Do I have to breathe”?

It pains to be a helpless GOD.

~Rambler

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