Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 17,581 Points (14-2-1957 / Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet- God's The Weed-Puller - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Despite my sweat and toil with pen and hoe;
My rose-filled garden grows recurrent weeds;
God plans to give me roses all the more;
A small reward for my good thoughts and deeds.

This time, God picks the weeds in His own style;
Each one by Hand with intact roots and stem;
And burns them all thoroughly in a pile;
And plans to give to me the diadem.

The ways of God are strange but never fail;
With woeful hearts, He pines for righteous souls;
I need not fight hereafter by e-mail;
God is plugging the Rodent, Snake, Fox holes.

No more, my garden can grow lethal weeds;
God will provide His honest people's needs.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2003

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