Deciding to carry a plastic bag
was all I needed
for a spark of belief!
It was raining hard
and I saw a gain
in carrying it
for my experience told
people in the bus don't find it funny
when drip on them
raindrops from my umbrella.
There was one window seat empty
as if in wait for me
itself drenched in the pour
upon which the plastic bag I spread
reflecting on the divine design
god's kind grace
in protecting me in warm dryness
when in that orgasmic relief
was born in the atheist's mind
a belief!
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