My Complaint With The Creator
Brahmins are supposed to appease the God, sing hymns in His praise.
This brahmin, however, is somewhat different. He believes in giving his piece of mind to the Creator.
Well, this composition of mine is addressed to the Almighty.
Your world, my Lord, has failed miserably.
Why should I chant your name repeatedly.
Here, the flatterers, frauds and crass.
Form the society's "high-class".
Life has become restless, lost the zest.
Perhaps the ease is in the eternal rest.
Whatever you do God, I will not be the complainer.
A painting can never ever quarrel with the painter!
~Sanjay Gargish~
This brahmin, however, is somewhat different. He believes in giving his piece of mind to the Creator.
Well, this composition of mine is addressed to the Almighty.
Your world, my Lord, has failed miserably.
Why should I chant your name repeatedly.
Here, the flatterers, frauds and crass.
Form the society's "high-class".
Life has become restless, lost the zest.
Perhaps the ease is in the eternal rest.
Whatever you do God, I will not be the complainer.
A painting can never ever quarrel with the painter!
~Sanjay Gargish~
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