August 29, 2010
Rod of God Caring the Sod
O- God- You are by me deeply loved
As reasoning is by you allowed
Due to your love for all of us
Daily to work we catch the bus
As you are supposed to be present
To do ill-deeds we totally resent
We know not your actual residence
Still we believe in the providence
When we see a small baby
We only see you being chubby
When a blind man we come across
We immediately pray to the Cross
A beggar does a mean profession
For which he has your permission
When a woman is cruelly raped
The action is by You taped
He may be by courts let loose
But, proper Justice you produce
Filed under Love Poems by mvvenkataraman
