Let's Make A Deal O Lord Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Thou art O Lord a unique One,
Me, not but a value-less nought,
Without thee I'm a worthless dot,
And an object of abject fun;
So, I've come to thee this to plead:
Be O Good Lord my life's sole lead,
And allow me to follow thee,
Together sure I'm make we can
All multiples and powers of ten;
This way can we grow, ye and me—
Without zeros one remains one,
Sans one, zeros are next to none.
This may perhaps sound a little selfish,
But this is how my world cooks every dish.
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Prayers often sound like a bucket list of wishes. And worships are for wanting. Often they are conditional give and take—
If you grant me this O God I'll do that, and so forth. Here in this piece it has reduced to a business deal, no less.
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Sonnets | 02.03.07 |