How I Became God's Laptop

On Your Lap, Father!

Vijay Shankar
My body was a pain
Terrible pain indeed
I've never prayed in vain
Never when in need

This time I called you
To take it out of me
At once you came in view
And took the pain off me

Did you have a beard?
Were you tall, or short?
Dark, or white?
Did you have an image?

I do not remember
For I was afraid
You might vanish
If I opened my eyes.

You gently touched me
My pains are no more
Greedy I am
I asked you to stay with me

I wanted to lie on your laps
And you just smiled
I took it for granted
And fell asleep in thy golden laps

I wondered
What if someone needed your care?
Possessive, I retorted
Today's my day!

When I woke up
I just checked
If it all was a dream

You were still out there
Holding me, all the night.

Thank you, Father
I won't call it a miracle
I'm noticing it only today

Thank you
For giving me time
To think about you

And to feel you.

Published by Vijay Shankar

Belonging to the cool district of The Nilgris, I've completed M.Phil. in Radiation Physics. I love reading and writing, apart from crossword puzzles. Right now I'm working as an Instructional Writer. It's a...  View profile

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  • Gyani4/2/2008

    Nice poem once again. This is what I understood from the first reading: You fell seriously ill - maybe high fever. In your delirium, you called for help and relief, and felt some higher power take care of you. In your sleep, you felt possessive about this higher power. When you woke up cured next morning, you were convinced that it was indeed God who took care of you during your illness. I'm puzzled and surprised. What triggered this poem? I want to know the story behind the genesis of this poem. Please mail me.

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