Me and God

There are too many things to ask,
To many things to do and lot many more to get.
The more I get, the little I am satisfied
My urge grows till it burns with desire
Finally when I see you,
When I know I can ask you anything
And anything I would get,
The moons and stars in the sky,
The gold from the rays of sun,
I remain dumbstruck.
I don't want anything.
You have given everything I would ever need and
Would give all that I would need in time.
With stuborn arrogance
I remain silent not asking anything I thought I need,
With stuborn arrogance.  ¶ 11:45 PM