God's Turns Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Not to blame all to God, must always be cool
Anger is never a good boy,
Learn must burn sorrow.
Joy is turning
Sorrow is turning,
Both looked then burning.
Never learned the sense and common sense of God
His sense made from common sense.
He’ll burn the bad:
Must learn.
He’ll burn the sad:
Must turn.
Turning and burning, happy mourning
Of a dance, made by God.
Good dance towards all
Learned to not blame God, whole
All will dance in the newest lived hole.
Strange the some ways of God.

14/7/09