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GOD 2 : SONNET 151

                        GOD 2
                              Sonnet 155

Do visit temples, other places of God
And watch, there in the crowd are also sinners
Who thrive amidst their sins with flair -- no odd
To sound to you, as there among your neighbors
Do you discover them -- while sinless many
Do suffer from diseases, droughts, malnutrition, 
And perish in accidents, wars..., though holy
They live and pray in uttermost devotion
To God. Then God ain't good or He's not present.
Yet the shrines are always full of the sinless.
Who knows whyever they're for Nothing bent,
Whate'er they get to heal undying distress !
Is God the race's greatest hit on idea,
Which aids all -- from a pauper to a mafia?

©️ N P Samal 


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