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He Lives in Heart

Dec 2, 2024
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Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By Vaishnavi


Every time I hear the temple bell,

I think how busy He must be.

Amending million complains and demands,

Each with a new dramatic plea.


Poor ask for proper settlement.

Well settled ask for money.

Moneyed ask for their safety,

And the circus for that is quite funny.


Ask game is played since ages.

Spotted parents teaching to younger.

The younger passing on to future ones,

And the begging habit stays linger.


Trusting on some stupid miracles,

Hurting oneself by name of God.

But unknown to greedy minds,


Who use it as business and fraud.


Mob swears to something in return,

Always trying to grease the palm.

We are children of God,

Ever father took bribe for teddy tom?


Be satisfied and thankful every time.

No other species than human is fortunate.

Life is a beautiful gift to you,

Only an idiot would think to terminate.


Kind in front of God idles is waste,

Better be kind to every living ones.

God is present in all species,

And never in his idle of stones.


By Vaishnavi

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