Prayer

Born as humans,
We've been given so much,
Like spoilt children though,
We still keep asking for more. 

Bent, bowed and begging,
Praying to the Gods, 
Craving, for just a little bit more, 
But forgetting,
What we offer in return,
Is all their making, 
It's all their own.

Perhaps,
We would be wiser,
To cease the beseeching,
Look at all that we've been given,
And start seeking,
To become worthy. 

Worthy of being human,
Worthy of speaking to the Gods,
To look them eye to eye,
To never have to stoop, 
Wouldn't that be a greater tribute ?