Where was I before my Birth
Who brought me? In this life

Some say My Parents
Gave me my Life

I think they only Ate
The Forbidden Apple

They just performed their basic Karma
And received me as a gifted Product

I was shipped without any User Manual
And without any Standard Operating Procedure

My parents worked round the clock
Gone through all the other manuals

At last they applied their mind
And prepared their own Manual

They also defined their own
Standard Operating Procedure

And I was handled and serviced
As per their Manual and SOP

Now I think, I am grown up now
But the question still remains as it was

Are we all only Products?
If Yes, Who Manufactured Us?

Where are the Original User Manuals?
Where are the Technical Manuals?

Where is the Standard Operating Procedure?
Why I was shipped to this mother Earth?

Some of my friends suggested a simple answer
'God made us and You too. But you are *****'

This answer posed other questions to me
Who made God?  God Made God?

Or the Humans made God for their own purpose?
Where are the temples of God made by Insects?

Suppose If God made us? Why he is so greedy?
Like the capitalists of proprietary companies

Why we are a strict proprietary Products?
Even proprietary products are supplied with Manuals

If God can't make us Open Source, At least he should
Supply the Manuals, Supply the Standard Operating Procedure

Or He is also too much selfish like each one of us

I thank God, for each of you Everyday thank you.
For you all are very special and Loving thank you.
For caring for others, and for sharing with others too.
You each truly are Amazing and Beautiful Hearts.
Whom spends times sharing your beautiful poetry.
To encourage and inspire others through your poems.
I just want to thank you, for using your gift to help others.
To become better people, You are all Great People too.

She will  be
        a woman who can
         sit  me  down,
              shut me up
                and tell
         me things I don't
           already know
                     and
          make me laugh.

           I don't care
   what she looks like.
        She just needs
to be able to turn me on.
         She will be
            my baby,
         my headache,
            my love,
            my smile,
            my frown,
            my pain,

  It will  feel  so  good
       when she rubs
her soul up against mine.
       Familiar, safe,
        intoxicating,
           arousing,
            HOME.
                                              ­                              Jon York   2019