True God

True God short poem

Uploaded by SUMIT NASKAR

What is God- thy name be there!
Had you been your equal peeper.
Debate, dispute, dueling mass!
Over there to save their God, do muss.

I laugh thinking, “God be saved!”
Ha! But I knew else that we to be saved.
Look you fool! You literate ill.
Don’t you cast your Dharma pill!

Lo! To the Sun that true God is-
That blesses you all an equal bliss.
And rays, it sprays on every spot.
Nature is, thus, true source of God.

Does this God elsewhere prevail,
Whom you can feel in bodily cell,
As you do feel in sprinkling water
Or neutral wind that blows everywhere?

No, but jealous Dharma to hail
And make this earth; a shortcut hell-
You take instead, Dharma- the shell
And leads it to an unlettered hell.

But the divine route that Dharma tells-
And you are men whose humane fails-
To grab it that man is man and above is none
And humane is divine is judgment is done.

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Sadiya Abubakar
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Nice poem. but I’ll like to ask, who created the sun and all that nature holds.
Is it by accident they exist or have someone created them? when truth unfolds,
falsehood perishes. Men of Intellect ponder and reflect, for they don’t need to be told.
If their brains aren’t sold.

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