One Stop Destination

I went to the place I often frequented And was flabbergasted with what I saw. Unable to control myself I questioned, “Lord what has been done to you? Why in the name of religion Is shoving and pushing permitted Amongst those Who want to have a glimpse of you? Why is special treatment given To those who pay a hefty sum To the Trustee fund? Why is there a separate gate For VIPs to meet you? Aren’t we all equal before you?” Disappointed, I continued my rant, “Where is the sanctity that once existed In your so called Sanctum Sanatorium? Where is my Lord who used to console When I ran up to him whenever troubled? Who are you now? Why have you changed? Why cannot things be as before?” I was unhappy, broken inside, This place wasn’t what it used to be. As I looked at the idol when I could, Amidst shoving hands and shaking heads, I heard a voice that no one could, I heard a whisper in my head. “Dear child I am still the same But some things are not in my hands.

Am thankful for this life, For being a daughter, friend,  Sis, mom and wife. Could I have asked for anything more? I don't think for sure. Yet that quiet demon within me, Doesn't like to see Me happy. It tells me to ask for the moon, And that too, real soon. Time 'o' clock is ticking fast. If I don't act now It won't last. It knows I have broken pieces inside, Scars and wounds I cannot hide. But one thing is for sure, I know whats mine And wont ask for more. I almost gave up but now I won't, I have people who say 'Don't'. I won't give up I will fight, For what belongs to me, What is right. Doubts in my head you'll face defeat, I will fight you till I succeed.