God too, the pretender.

God at the threshold of
His unique mansion, sits,
reclines , for it has to be
Eternal watch,

Spreads with His
ever vigilant eyes,
don’t you ask me if He is
short sighted, or long sighted,

He is inarguably, Omniscient,
innumerable transaction in His
market place, buyers and loosers,
amidst incessant sinning,

giving a nod or go by,
God does not grin, but saliently
Smiles hoping against hope
that man would correct one day,

He can never be Myopic,
but only extending His long rope
of forgiveness, extending many chances,
we pull it fast and soon,

He watches, waits, sees, the
Struggling humanity, of its
Self inflicted pain of
Thrombosis , applies the

Balsam of remittance,
Man ,again revokes his
addiction of sin and mischief,
God pretends not to take notice of,

As we pretend, He too pretends,
how long this charade prevails,
we know not, too high He is,
how far, beyond our ken.