God's Misery

By Bhavya Kumari

I look down upon them, sitting on the couch of heaven clouds. I see them. Starving, disease driven, walking to death. “Time is running. I have to save one” I see them squirm in pain. Anxious is all I feel; unable to watch as my humans die. I try to neglect the sight; say it’s just a nightmare.

Tick-tock-tick-tock, reminds the clock. “Choose one…..” “Fast…..” these whispers of the clouds is all I hear. Oh God! Help me! Then I remember God cannot help me. The God is as helpless as me, because I am God. Oh! How powerful I am, yet I am powerless now. Almighty I may seem but my love for all drives me feeble. I want everyone to live. I want everyone to be chosen. Oh this misery!

Choosing one is…. losing all. I can’t choose.

I sink my head into my hands. Wrinkling my eyes I shut them close to dig into the blackness of calm I see in front of me. Peacefulness I feel when I close my troubled eyes. I don’t hear the screams of pain anymore, nor do I feel the restlessness.

Rrrring! The bell rings. Breaking the peace of black, I open my eyes. They water to the sight in front of them. No movements, no voices, only silence. A silence I hate now and will hate ever. I pour my sorrow on the heaven clouds. Pitter-patter is the sound of it. The sight of death. Still in front of my watered eyes. Humans’ dead from starvation and disease, lie plopped in their places.

Choosing one is… losing all. And choosing none is… losing all.

I chose none, and still lost all.

By Bhavya Kumari