My Stinct As God Poem by P K Joy

</>Pleased with my hard work and ardent daily worship
God gave me charge as ‘Acting God” for a day.
That was the worst ever day of my life,
Torn between contradicting prayers and demands,
Dealing with innumerable blames and complaints,
Facing major threats of defections and slanders
From large number of religious bosses scoffing at each other,
And criminals and politicians brandishing lethal weapons,
False devotees offering to make my idols and temples
In exchange for covering up heinous criminal acts,
And billions’ continual prayers for health, wealth and pleasures
For no qualifying merits ever earned by their actions.
I couldn’t endure the ordeal till the day came to a close.
I sneaked out of the throne and ran to my refuge!