A Sonnet To God

A Sonnet To God sonnet poems

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Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny
You take pains to make our day warm and sunny;
Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey
Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.
You raise us, feed us, taking us along on the road
Keeping us trim and moving, bearing our misshapen load;
Surely, if you were to be in a truly trading mode
We could never foot the bill of our earthly abode.
And here we are, naughty mischief-mongers, impish Devils
Bereft even of customary manners, ungrateful, full with evils;
We grab, snatch, steal and cheat and have our fills
Shame is unknown and remorse a stranger to our greedy wills.
Then comes the day when curtains are down forever
How merciful you are God, to rescue us from deep mire.

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Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao
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A very nice poem remembering the gifts of god. Most people take it for granted or do not know where they got them from. It is not necessary to go places of worship to enlist the gifts we have received and thank the Lord, but surely one must remember in his or her heart for all the gifts they have been showered with and thank him for His Mercy. I like the way the poem is written.

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