One fine morning they took me
Handcuffed to my creator
First time I see my creator
Very soft sober smiling
Angels started narrating
My record of sins.
God stopped them and asked
`Who is he'
Angels replied,
he is pretender
of a divine poet
and a God's man.
Did ever praised me?
Yes, overtly,
He wrote poems in you praise.
Leave him at my mercy
Because I know
What you do not know.
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