'My Master, the peace of mind <br />For me, where shall I find? <br />I am, day by day, restless <br />With my mind peace less.' <br /> <br />A king went all the way <br />To the forest one day <br />And before his kind master, <br />Knelt down with this prayer. <br /> <br />'Oh king, give up your throne <br />In favour of your only son <br />And peace you'll find here <br />In this forest, with no fear.' <br /> <br />'Oh master, my son <br />Is too young to own <br />The burden of my throne <br />If he's left to rule alone.' <br /> <br />His master then said <br />'The power you shed <br />Why not I take over <br />From this very hour? ' <br /> <br />'You feel yourself free <br />And sit under this tree, <br />With nothing to worry, <br />While I rule your country.' <br /> <br />With the king's consent <br />At that very moment <br />The master took control <br />Of the kingdom's rule. <br /> <br />The king wanted to leave <br />Elsewhere outside to live <br />But wasn't allowed to go <br />As his master said 'No.' <br /> <br />'You'll from this moment <br />Be not a king, but a servant <br />Of mine to rule the country <br />On a monthly paid salary.' <br /> <br />What a wonder, as days passed, <br />The servant became relaxed! <br />Isn't his 'My own' very thought <br />Countless worries it brought? <br /> <br />What we posses as our own <br /> If we treat it as God's own <br />And ourselves as His servants <br />Will the worries haunt us?<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-is-the-real-owner/
