When a slight mishap
unsettles him,
O my Gracious Lord,
You cause a disaster to him.
When he struggles
to swim in a lake,
O my Blessed God,
You push him into the violent sea.
When he shivers
to trek a small hill,
O my Great The Almighty,
You guide him towards the Everest.
When he yearns
For a daily wage,
O my Nourisher
You thrill him with a bumper prize.
When he sings happily
on the rail track in his Cell-phone,
O my Protector,
You change it into a Kill-phone.
When he wants
to fiddle about this life,
O my Supreme Lord
You keep it an everlasting riddle.
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