Whatever

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.