POETRY: TAKEN FOR GRANTED

Copyright: 'From the Prism of God'

By Kamlesh Tripathi

TAKEN FOR GRANTED

God what I wanted you never granted,

And what I didn’t you often granted,

You killed my wishes and pooped my desires,

And left me crying in the middle of fire.

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In my tryst with destiny,

How much you mattered,

When I thought of you every moment,

As my sole benefactor.

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But in recent times My God,

You riddled and raddled,

At all my grants,

And what makes me wonder,

Is why you surrendered?

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Lament not my son,

For I see what you can’t see,

And I don’t want to see what you see,

And that brings about the mystery.

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I granted what was good for you,

I granted what was right for you,

I granted what was required for you,

And I granted what you couldn’t see,

But I could see.

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I admired the unassuming in you,

I admired the toil in you,

I admired the fire in you,

And so I kept granting you.

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Until one day I realised,

 Your fire was waning,

Your toil was receding,

And the unassuming in you, was now assuming.

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And so I pulled my hands,

For make no mistake my child,

What is good for all is granted,

And what is good for you alone may not be granted.

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But remember my child nothing shall be granted,

If you start taking things for granted.

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