Reverse God Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Birthday-party of an influencial man
Celebrated with great pomp.
Great personalities of different fields
Ministers, Councillors,
Officials, Business-magnets, Friends-companions
And neighbours coming with bouquet
and valuable presents.

On a corner of the shadowy path
A fetid ulcerated old dog
Laid down on death-bed.
Some the invitees notice and wrinkling nose in contempt
some quickly pass the way
Some didn't care to notice
some are indifferent.

The birthday-man got information
And told his men removing the dog immediately.
The men reachiing there saw
A grand old lady, an invitee also,
Taking the old dying dog in her arms.

‘Fie! fie! fie! what a ghastly sight!
What are you doing Madam?
Dying dog may bite you; very dangerous.
let us throw it away to the nearby potter's field.

The grand old lady smilingly said,
‘My sons don't bother.
Like you, he is my reverse God.

Nobody should be afraid of God.'