Forwarded to God

Dear God,

Thank you for I born to this world.

Thank you not for this world is too small for zillions and zillions of people to share.

You bring out so many babies into this world that two-third of whom can’t hear lullabies at night, they sleep and grow with city’s breeze of automobiles, discos and hardcore music. Some yearn for their parents day and night at the place where abandoned, lost and despaired kinds live in. They desire so many things in their life and their wishes are still not fulfilled.

Thank god for creating me.

Thank you not for many is despaired.

You make imperfect people but it does not mean that one eye, one leg and one arm are enough for some. Many cannot hear properly, cannot see thoroughly and cannot walk proudly. How can they describe imperfect if they do not know what complete means?

Thank God for giving me a shelter to hide my body.

Thank you not for many doesn’t have enough to cover head.

My everyday walk sees secluded people sleeping on very small places as if tortoise enters to its shell and shrinks inside. At least that species have a home to shelter and a family. But the brainy creatures are being left alone and with nothing to cover their selves.

Thank God for giving me a brain.

Thank you not for giving it to everyone.

Brains have created money and it craves to earn more money and eventually, that desire kills people. Money has made people monster and the brainy monster is destroying the world. Tell you what not has happened? For 'that' money people betray people and the list of cases are longer than imaginable.

Thank God for everything.

Thank you not for nothing, I own.

We live on but only to survive a little longer. A little longer. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are my prime routine. If I don’t follow, I cannot imagine what will happen. Tomorrow may come or not but it is important that we eat routinely. Why did you make such hungry stomachs? Instead you should not have created any.

Love

Anonymous