A Complaint To God

A Complaint To God short poem

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A complaint to God
God made me rich
But you didn’t give poor the money stitch
God you gave me a house
But made the poor sleep on the dead bodies of a mouse

You gave me lots of love
On the winter days you didn’t even give a glove
You are the world’s creator
And the love for a god from the poor is greater
Please change the poor to rich from a translator

You are an ocean of heart
Please help the poor to become smart
The rich person in a car mart
And the poor in a cart

You treat everyone equally
I think you will change the earth peacefully
The rich become poor I have an example recently
I think all this will get over finally…!!

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Somil Shah

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I am a child author. I would really like if you read my poems. I just don't but bring my dream to the original. I have got all my thinking's on the paper. I wrote and got encourage from the best person on the earth that's my heavenly Grandfather. H e is no more in this world but he is the one from whom I got inspired.
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NIYATI ACHARYA
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Awesome..!!!!

Hiral Jhaveri
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A good one.. Keep it up !

J.rid
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I liked your poem, but my immediate thoughts!!1 we always have to blame someone for all the ails on earth, and why not! Yes I did like the concept of your words. Me I blame man himself. Greed egos power come to mind.

J.rid
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Sorry Somil your poem for a young writer was excellant

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