God Is The Real Owner

'My Master, the peace of mind
For me, where shall I find?
I am, day by day, restless
With my mind peace less.'

A king went all the way
To the forest one day
And before his kind master,
Knelt down with this prayer.

'Oh king, give up your throne
In favour of your only son
And peace you'll find here
In this forest, with no fear.'

'Oh master, my son
Is too young to own
The burden of my throne
If he's left to rule alone.'

His master then said
'The power you shed
Why not I take over
From this very hour? '

'You feel yourself free
And sit under this tree,
With nothing to worry,
While I rule your country.'

With the king's consent
At that very moment
The master took control
Of the kingdom's rule.

The king wanted to leave
Elsewhere outside to live
But wasn't allowed to go
As his master said 'No.'

'You'll from this moment
Be not a king, but a servant
Of mine to rule the country
On a monthly paid salary.'

What a wonder, as days passed,
The servant became relaxed!
Isn't his 'My own' very thought
Countless worries it brought?

What we posses as our own
If we treat it as God's own
And ourselves as His servants
Will the worries haunt us?

by Rajaram Ramachandran

Comments (4)

‘What we posses as our own If we treat it as God's own And ourselves as His servants Will the worries haunt us? ‘ All riches are but of Master's we’re just custodian Excellent poem Sir Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
to bring youself to such an attitude....is all what growing up is about..wise words sir
Wise words from an experienced man! Very well written~ Preets
Words of rare wisdom from the pen of Rajaram Ramachandran. I like this one very much. Sandra