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Programmers of the Good God Incorporated

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Programmers of the Good God Incorporated

In a thought about what I think,
deliberations of my mind, over a drink,
now I reflect in the blossoms of the pink,
me – a windup toy, and the key that made me tick.

I can find now my way through the thick,
and the numbers always add-up in a blink
but when things don’t add, I really don’t break,
I try harder, till I make.

Why I stand for the oppressed weak,
and not for the rogues and the freak
but when seldom I am influenced, I don’t peak
I try harder to redeem.

I make my way through what I seek,
Yearnings of fancies and that one thing
and when in dismay, I see no stars
I try harder for one more dream.

I sport the code calibrated in trick
in displeasure and sometimes in approval,
of what I thought was a waste of time, a futile waste of Ink
and of them, this marching army, I speak.

Good or God, and that isn’t distinct,
time that passes by in a wink,
and when God was busy and tired in other things
He made an army, to deliver his think.

When time was in flight, I moved away in a Kink,
away in life and away in a streak,
years later, wise and old, gazing the stars on a drink
I recollect this Programmers army of the Good God Inc.

(Salute to all my Teachers)

2 Comments

  1. kusum says:

    God always has ways to solve human problems in His own means, hidden from us.
    Acceptance of His Will is our only way out.
    Best wishes
    Kusum

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