The little boy complained to his father
Of his brother, who had beaten him.
Subsided his rages in his belief
That his father would punish him.
The God came into being thus
To the people who invoked Him
Whenever they were helpless,
Crippled with fear to solve for them.
Whether or not He punishes the guilty,
Whether or not He rewards the devotees,
The devotee feels relieved of anxiety
And is unburdened to go on tranquility.
26.03.2001, Pmdi
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