Scribblings Of A Bad Writer
God might be a painter,
sculptor, artist and a dreamer,
but certainly not a poet.
And most certainly,
an arrogant impulsive writer;
for his poems never rhyme
& his writings fail to make sense-
things happen just like that
& he never really explains.
He created time
to keep track of his mis-doings.
But never himself checked-in on time.
He held the power, and the strings
so human bowed without complaint,
trying to make sense in his own foolish way-
evil in good, and good in evil,
karma, fate, a few to name.
Unaware of His nature,
the human felt endowed.
As the scribblings scrambled,
impulsiveness He displayed.
~ Mansi Laus Deo