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God gives real head ache
Making us fully mad His actions are strange That can't be deciphered His intention is unknown His ways are mysterious Always He confuses Sometimes He instigates For efforts-taken no reward For toil-made only defeat For sweats only sorrow This is God's great rule God cares not even a bit He busily does something He has other works to do It seems He is inattentive Our prayers are unheard As He has cotton in ears Rich people are attractive As they care Him better In holy places He lives surely And accepts huge collections His heart is pleased by riches Poor men come not to His mind In fact he feels greatly excited When golden jewels are put Poor souls can offer only tears So God is in them least interested He looks at them with a frown And safely holds his ornaments Fearing they may steal it greedily, To their prayers, He acts deaf From them He loves to escape But relentlessly they only chase He is bored by their pitiful cries Naturally He wants huge wealth The poor grows greatly poorer The reason is God’s golden needs If rich people get further wealth God can live in great luxury. M V VENKATARAMAN
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