Sonnet: God’s Our Strength And Refuge!
Now that I find myself in troubles wedged,
by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Not many souls help me to tide over;
The charges showered are untrue, alleged;
To Thee O God, I run to take cover.
All human help is wasteful and in vain;
My human strength could fail when I need most;
The ones I helped, never help me but feign;
Injustice looms over me like a ghost!
What have I done to deserve such treatment?
Will God not tilt the balance to help me?
Who will help me in this predicament?
My faith in God is stronger really!
And spring will come after every winter!
My typewriter is like a teleprinter!