By Siddarth Ramesh
God…
You know God, I had to pretend I wasn’t talking to you
You know God, so many people have problems with you
You know God, these poems don’t matter to me
You know God, I think my faith is stronger than me
You know God, everybody sends their prayers to you
You know God, I’d rather sing praises for you
You know God, I used to think that there’s a problem with me
You know God, even now I have a problem with we
You know God, I’m still devoted to you
I give you praises like flowers
You know God, a pretty lotus can grow in muddy water
You know God, I’ve read the Gita
You know God, I want to see you
You know God, even if I don’t make it as an artist
I’ll still write poems for you
You know God, I’ve seen a lot of things
You know God, I’ve seen a lot of suffering
You know God, everybody walks around with their back hunched
You know God, I’ve seen beggars on the street
You know God, I can see myself
Living on the street
I know God
I know I’m not perfect
I know God, even if I aim for the stars
I know God, I know I’m stuck in samsara
You know God, there are moments in my life I can’t forget
Do you remember the night, I went to bed
I heard noises coming from my left
I see my ma foaming out the mouth
Doctors later said it was a brain tumor
You know God, next time you feel like doing damage to her
Trust me, I could take the pain
You know God, You could send it my way
I don’t pity the weak
I can empathize
By Siddarth Ramesh