Richer than ever, i sat too qualified for a depression.
Frenzied into a stupor, i waited for an expression.
I fell, declined, collapsed and rose, fell again and struck a pose.
I smiled, I saw in front of me God.
He asked me what is all this struggle for?
I smiled and smiled and smiled and smiled.
I kept on smilng, he lost his patience, he then damned me for my actions.
I still stood there smiling again, pained at heart but plain sane.
I said to him "There is a reason, you know very well"
The reason I smiled every time I fell.
"I made you this way is that what you say?"
"No, I wanted it this way is what I meant"
He smiled and smiled and smiled and smiled.
He smiled and left behind just a note.
'I am sorry for the pain I cause,
but I feel proud when you prove me wrong.
It is an honor to have created a dreamer this strong.
Whatever may come your way, never ever let your hope sway'
And I folded it and put it into my pocket,
Wondering, Why and with whom had God discussed me as a bet.
