Not Ready Poem by aryaindia india

Not Ready



to the Lord and Master of the Universe


Unimaginable things to accomplish
To scream out my thoughts for human emancipation
Give me time Lord, to accept your call
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'

So much yet to be done in less time
I know that when your call comes
Some more time I may plead but
God, I tell you now spare me for
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'

Have mercy and give me time my God
I shall have to take leave of my close ones
Tell them all I could not tell
For I always thought they would judge me
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'

But now when you are the final judge
Theirs would not matter any longer
I would surrender to you in totality
Give me little time to say my all
I would not like to tell you 'I am not ready'

By aryaindia


Author's comments:
We never know the final call and each of us likes to be ready when it comes

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