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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