If the Gods Love Us

Pray, if the Gods love us all so much Why is it that they never do open the skies up And save us? Why is it that they remain silent Letting our hearts bleed Letting our tears pour Letting our delusions get even more Misleading? Do they really love us then? Or are we hated To such an extent that we deserve Our sorrowful fates? Why, if loved I am by the rulers of the cosmos My prayers be sent then To them To take me out of this murky swampy land Before my bones get too old To carry myself Before my body refuses to keep on Shouldering me! Pray, I am sure the cosmos hears me Knows it too well Of the allegiance I hold to the Gods I lived, merely to find my purpose Purpose which turned out to be void As, in the end, the world unveiled herself And brandished her sword haughtility at me, Causing my glass cage to break into irrecuperable pieces! I have nothing left for me here No duty to carry out No dues to repay And I am defeated by the mundane existence! Why, I shall keep waiting to see As long as my will remains with me I shall keep waiting, to see If the Gods do love me! I shall be sure of their feelings The day I shall unzip my mortal self And unfold my wings, Set for worlds which are yet to be explored!