Way to the Peak
by Eity Mithila
In the grave of depression,
One midnight I talked with God rudely,
Saying that He doesn't have justice at all,
Devils doing injustice are roaming happy
Without having punishment for their sin!
I teared my own hair out in a frenzy of grief,
Called him an unjust judge sitting on the thorn above,
The blind, dumb, deaf and silent on all injustice,
I cried and screamed with my highest strength,
''How are you tolerating these inhumanity?!''
He was still silent and I was learning to be patient
And when I became the strongest,
Unexpected things started to happen in every part
Of my life, I was amazed to receive priceless things
That I never expect even in my dream.
I reached up to the peak of my patience
And that is the most precious gift from the Almighty
That came to me in disguise of pain and depression,
And this is the behind reason to let evil hurt me.
God was always with in my side that I can feel now
And it was his process to bring me to the top
Giving some wounds to tolerate leaving deep scars
That will never let me forget that I have learned.
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