Rain God 2

Thou art still, our Hero,
Oh god of Rain,
Bur what has invoked
thy anger,
For thou causeth, such pain?

The tiny boats of paper,
play which with, children merry,
in the peety rivulets thou maketh,
Sink all with children every,
as they become rivers of fury!

Forgive us, Oh mighty lord,
For know, we are not guilty,
But just in a state of oblivion,
of thou and thy mighty creation.

by harsh sagi

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Comments (2)

I liked the bit about the little paper boats and the children- very cute. :)
It is funny because there was thunder and lightng here and I kept thinking 'God is not happy' Anyway...another nice one. Princess