Is It A Game Of Profligate God? Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Is It A Game Of Profligate God?



When evening falling
Started tumultuous rain
Extended my dirty hands
Unpremeditated shower
washing the leaves
covered with dust
Only I'm deprived

Is it a game of profligate god?

Friday, October 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: deceit
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