Beloved Mankind

Dear God, I do not doubt thee

But I would just want to know these;

Why some must be born blind?

While others with sight, but get blind along the way in life.

Could it be the way of life that is so unfavourable to humanity?

Or must these also happen

For thy Glorification?

Mankind your beloved are suffering.

The poor grow poorer,

As the rich elevates richer.

And Thou seem to be awoken always

But it’s as if Thou take no note of them.

Where do Thou reside, and where is Thy residence?

Could it be in the blazing sun?

For present mankind has made all possible efforts

Even in their imperfect state to see

Thy face like times of Eli.

Perhaps just to ask Thee with a much

Sincerity of heart to forgive

The generation of Adam.

And at least grant the poorer, a taste of richness

The over rich a fair taste of poverty

The sick a taste of good health

The blind a taste of good sight.

Even if these wishes could not be granted

For a life time, at least just for a while

For Mankind your beloved are suffering.