There is a beautiful poem about
–
a girl crying over her lost lover…
I was the diamond
You chose the rubies;
I was the ocean
You wanted the rivers;
I was the moon
You chased the stars…
Thus, I keep wondering: If God is conscious,
wouldn’t He/She be tearing over his fallen children?…
I gave you my light
You walked in shadows;
I showed you the path
You got lost in gardens;
I bestowed you with abundance of an
emperor
You chose to settle in poverty of
a beggar;
I brought you into this life as a
child of Mine
You left this place as a
child of Man only...
