Oh father, my loving father, I have some questions in my mind,
You have been answering to me but now I am grown up,
And the complexities of life and nature confuse me much,
I have ever looked upon you for the satisfaction and truth.


Oh father, why there are many disparities among humans,
Some live rich life having much more than their just needs,
Some are denied bread though they embrace begging disgrace,
Why the God doesn’t feed them and shelter poor and weak.


Oh father, tell me why the earth quakes, to demolish Poor house,
How helpless is he when his dears give up to the fatal disease,
Somewhere drought threatens life and somewhere rain ruins the hopes,
Many die under scorching sun and many do not endure shivering cold.


Oh father, tell me why battles are fought and mighty crushes weak,
Many die and many cry and victory dances over death and blood,
Widows cry, mothers sigh, while fathers kneel down over dying sons,
Sorry father it makes me much sad and you say that the God is Merciful.


My son, my dear son, you are a good sensible child,
I hope the God will guide you as you seek way to the God,
The God is Merciful and he loves those who feel mercy,
To solace you is my duty but answers you ask I do not have.


Sooner or later every body has to die and rich one also suffers,
To some the God puts into tests and to some He gives a long rope,
Many times the God changes ups to downs and downs to ups,
Even then humans do not understand and share the devil’s pride.


The devil teaches them to be proud of groups, religions and races,
So they fight against each other as devil is enemy to the God and humans,
The God’s believers are not quarrelsome but loving as you are,
Pray the God, my son, and be sure that the God cares for everyone