Waiting for Godot

I am in this world   . Is it real ? Yes, it is.. There are people everywhere.. millions of them … They are laughing,  eating ,dancing .. oh… they are in this fair… I am in this world.  Is it real? Yes it is. Oh.. There is make up in my face.. I have a script in my hand. Reading my portion of dialogue.  There are people.. there are lights.. I am in a fancy saree.  I am an actor. Is it real.. Yes it is.  Suddenly my faith tumbles. I felt.. there is no God. It’s all delusion.  I will never meet a krishna or radha or someone like that. The world is the same. Death, birth, old,disease,  war everything is there. I am in this world. And I am helpless like all. I am watching from aeons .  Why God is not coming? Why is he alone like me? Is he been betrayed by his men.. yes..  many times.. i am in this world and there is no escape. There are so many tunnels  and they are dark. Poets betrayed us. Plato said. They created delusions in mind. Are they real? Yes they are . Because they belong to this world.  Come God..it is time now. If you exist come at once and save the innocent ones. Stop the war. Make peace. Enlighten everyone. Can you come now God? Come to this world and leave that heaven.  Come at once and save them. They are bleeding. They are confused. They’re are scared. They are your children.  Come. Come at once.