He can talk to God
Any minute any moment
He does it daily
Just to share his
Queries and worries
But God, otherwise good
And a silent listener
Now is much confused
As Himself has met with
A problem not worth
He's in need of a new abode
So steps into the man's dream
Tells him to build a new temple
Man forgets the dream
But pursues sharing all
With his friend-God
Tempest comes
To demolish
Waste debris
On both sides
As if on a hillock
Stands smiling
Friend- God
From under the waste
Dragged out injured
The man
May be too much of
The man's talking
Was too much pestering
Too much to believe..?
One may talk to God any time. He may ask his queries and worries. But God is a silent listener. He has fixed the result as per Karma. A beautiful poem is well executed. Five stars.
Tempest comes To demolish Waste debris On both sides.....this always happens. Ma'am. One needs to face this truth and try to overcome it. Beautifully penned. Thank-you ma'am.
That is nice. Beautifully done. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May be too much of The man's talking Was too much pestering I think so too! . We are pestering the Gods with a long list of demands! No wonder, God is fed up with our selfishness and greed.......love your poems Ma'm.... :)