Save Us O Lord Poem by Aftab Alam

Cloud burst and wept without future prophecy,
Ah! My Lord; I knew, seen thy draculian diplomacy,
To quench thirst, she went with pitcher for water,
You sent water on her way; sunk deep with chatter
When he needed sweet to eat, gave no money
When you gave money he turned to be honey,
You created relation with bonded broken intimacy,
Ah! My Lord-knew, seen thy draculian diplomacy,

I know Lord! Fault lies in our own hand, we are supine,
Yet, you are Master, why can't ye control mind of mine?