Taker Vagabond

God, Tell me when you are less busy, Let's sit bit calm bit dizzy. Let's talk about YOU, How we are alike, And in your heart, Vulnerable blue. I have had ample of black and white. You put in some hue, Let's talk the old and the new, Some coming and some due. Tell me your fashion, And the idle made, Ideal mansion. See the human kind, With a tiny piece of your colossal mind. We fight GOD, We Literally do. Why? Just to find the glue, to unpuzzle the whole of your head, And make the strings undo. You tell me all your pain, I am scared it rushes into your vein. You did bleed someday, And shed it, It went in vain. You touch me with whole of your love, And show the world the girth of this emotion, The holy river and a serene dove. See we have a lot of you, You have all of us. Then why is this thread so frail, I am so blind and you try to be the braille. I can't hold you, you can't leave me, In spite of all the ambiguity, You can't bereave me. Is it the love or you are at the helm. Why so adamant? Is it somebody else's realm? Are you a giver, Just like a mother.? Or are you just a coded robot, With our lifeboat? I am a mere human, Tell me what you need. It's my habit to be inhuman, Besides, I will give you the warmth of my breed. I will give you what you gave me. For sake of our bond, For always being a taker vagabond, To return all with glee. It is a plea, Stay happy.