Towards
the dawn, after crossing the slushy, weedy water-logged awful area
Fancied to checking whether Gods foot prints sanctified that marshy
area
Horror struck him blind, when he turned his head back & made him
dumb
There was but one pair unlike on occasions prior that made him glum.
Unable
to account for the absence of God's marks and seized by grief,
Presuming that God had betrayed and did not proffer His assured
relief
At a time when his position was precarious and survival woefully
doubtful
Bursting into tears, he released a tornado of abuses on God-the
merciful
Heard he then to his shock and chagrin peals of irritable giggling
In the self-same tone from a bright patch in the sky, and then
laughing
Confounded reason blurted many an uncalled for blasphemous statement
All but hitting His kind heart, imputing as merciless. An
understatement!
Stopping the giggle, the Lord of Universe with anadarakshaka title
apt
Said in vice majestic reverberating the entire marshy land now under
blast
-"Your charges my dear, are unfounded and your temper too is
unwarranted
None of your angry words applies to me, nor do I merit be charge
sheeted
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