"A LETTER" TO THE ONE UP THERE

Hey!!you,Yes you.
Sitting somewhere in the corner.
And reading this article like a mourner.

Well,let me tell you a story that is untold.

Once lived a man strong and bold.
He was so bold that he can conquer even the entire mining of gold.
He was so filthy,
And was never guilty.
He used to beat his wife,
And even tried to pierce a knife.

What a notorious fellow was he!
Stood like a lumpy rock and buzzed like a bumble bee; with never a sight of glee.

He was neither a robber nor a begger,
But was a torturous cregger.

He killed many of the slaves,
And laid them in their painful graves.

But you know that "karma" repeats.

One day he ate an undercooked pork with fiery beets,
"Ulala!! Ulala!!  I felt swallala" rejoiced his voice.

With a bottle of whisky or wine,
He was enjoying his devine.

Few days passed by,
He was in his rhythm of envy standby.
But suddenly!
Oh! What is wrong!.

Shouted the bloody moron.

Holding his stomach tightly,
With a flushing face slightly.

Suddenly,a froth of blood emerged from mouth,
Oh my God! Shouted a crowd fom the direction of south.

"Well, it's a rare disease"said the healer.
May be the parasite has become his dealer.
He is having very less time left,
"My son,you still have time, do you have any regrets?"
Laughingly,he told, "my sins have no mercy",
"It was a very painful piercy."
Healer realised the grief in his heart,
Told him to do a new start.,
He gave a slight of laughter and acted as if the healer gave a "fart"!.
You still have some time my son,
God is the ultimate one,
He will never make you a fun.
Few days passed by,
He was becoming so ill and felt to die.
Cried in pain and groan,
Prayed day and night to fight unknown.
Mercy my lord !  Mercy me;
Let me apologise for the sins I did.
Now, I am counting my last breath.
Sorry my lord pardon me.
I don't have any  grudges,
Neither I have a plan to put wedges.
Mercy my lord! I beg you.
A month passed by,
He was crippling with pain and gave a loud cry.
He showed few signs of healing,
May be he was slowly capable of dealing.
He became like an innocent child,
He was groaning wild.
He started losing his sense and wrote an apology to Almighty.
The people felt him poor,  insane and blighty.
"Mercy me O lord!,
You are my shield and sword.
Thou child is in pain,
I promise I will never do again.
I swear on the name of you,
If I repeat,then put my life in curfew.
Mercy my lord! My heart pleads.
Forgive me,I want to do some good deeds.
Few more days passed by,
A slight of joy in his face gave a sligh.
Healer gave a glance at him and said,

"Oh my son! you won.

God has poured a chance to lead,
Your apology has made you freed.

Lead a peaceful life my lad,
Do some good deeds and now make us glad."

Realising his ungreatful mistakes,

The cregger pleads to people for his unlawful takes.

I pledge in front of my kingdom,

Now I am freed and will give you freedom.

I hearitly say sorry for the sins I've done,

And now I have had a new begun.

Finally,I am in a lorry of happiness and kindness which is better.

And that was the power of that Almighty to whom I have sent my letter.

Thank you my lord.........

Sanghita....(S.B.)