Frustration

Dear God, I am looking for you, I went to Kaba, I went to Kashi, I went to Kailash, I went to Karbala, I went to Jerusalem, I asked the learned men, Where is God? They smiled at me, As I smile, When I see an insane, They asked me to read, The tomes they have, I read these tomes, I was more confused. The money that I had, Was about to finish, So I came back, To the dirty street, That remains dark, Due to energy crisis, To my house that is thirsty, Due to shortage of water, And tried to make, A cup of tea, But the gas in stove, Could not boil the water. Frustrated and dejected, I started walking, On the dark street, Two men came on a bike, And snatched my cell phone, On gun point. I decided to come back, To my house of problems, That has a generator, That has an UPS, That has a water pump, But during my absence, All went out of order. I am still alive, I still survive, And worked hard, To solve the problems, A few have been solved, And a few are remaining, Should I accept all that? As my written tough fate, A punishment of my sins, Or a game of probability! But the question remains, Where are you? Don't have you sometime? For a weak old man. And not only me, My nation and my world, Is a place of sufferings, With pains and strains, With bloods and wounds. The nation is standing, Very close to a ditch, And the leaders of the nation, Are playing games of chess!