MY FILLED PLATTER

Why God always gives me what others relish

I stare at my platter which filled from his dish

I look up at him and he looks too and smiles

The same he serves me ,for the walked many miles

My plate he keeps filling but I less myself feed

Never he serves me what I actually need

From him will I ask but never will I beg

Never in my plate comes that chicken leg

I look up at him with the same questioning look

He gives me that wicked smile and more chicken he cooks

Oh! If it is so , no more will I ask

I will cook it by myself not a hard task

You do watch and see how my plate I will fill

I will smile and enjoy till its overdose me kill

Once I learn to get it I will keep taking more

You will look like as I looked, and me not as before

Why do you forget the strange lessons you gave

I learnt them all well and in my heart did I save

I know now why you did not give me the leg

For your world you kept it for us to down with a peg.

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