QUESTION IMPOSED ON GOD
QUESTION IMPOSED ON GOD
Plenty of worship, plenty of adulation
So many people surround you daily
Somebody sharpens knife
Somebody cuts throat with dagger
They address you as Allah, Ishwar
Shout in high pitch --' You are mine'
You too laugh and don't punish them
Terrorists too, shout your name.
My English Version of Hindi Poem "Ishwar se Prashan' composed by Dr. Anju Dua Gemini
RAJNI CHHABRA
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