I took a holy bath in a pond built.
No gratitude to the architect rose.
No gratitude to the provider struck.
My attention was on washing of sins.
I worshiped God made in a statue;
No gratitude for the sculpture rose.
No gratitude for the builder struck.
My attention was on fevour from Him.
I was served a wholesome meal free of cost.
No attempt to find who made the arrangement.
No attempt to know who is the provider.
My purpose was on meeting my hunger.
Can God bless those who lack gratitude?
03.09.2015
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