My Silent World

Why am I born in this world? I ask myself. Am I not a part of His creation? Why so to me? They strike me hard that I’m out of self. But I look at things as they look at, do they know? Nothing is different to me as they think so. I watch the world go, nothing different from others. Whatever emotions they have I do have the same. I do walk on stage, but they say I’m a puppet. I do breathe the same air as they do, and no money paid, But they doubt my breath, and stamp me as a dullard. They don’t feed on what I don’t feed on; Yet why they make me alien I know not why. I too dream as they dream, and no dream may be real. I too have my own world with new fantasies As they wander in their own world of fancy. Am I not in the image of God? Let them read themselves. They say my mind can read nothing; But they are poor to read my mind, For my thinking is not their thinking. Am I to be blamed? Am I to be neglected? Who is neglected in His sight? None dares to say that I’m neglected. I believe that I am better than them, For what I can do they cannot do For my ways are innocent and child-like. Then why am I born so, they raise their doubt. Let me bring to light that Father’s Glory is in me And will have its own way to outshine the creation. Till then, my request to you, let not your words be indifferent Against my silent world, for your words are accountable to HIM. Try to enter my world and learn silence and meaning of life.