Monday, April 30, 2012

Twice

A farmer tried to plant some Rice
But it didn't rain, he had no rice

Once, twice, thrice
Only rising was it's price

and Then he prayed
in distinct ways
but no one answered
because God was resting

and he got older
With his stick on his Shoulder
Cracking some olden Boulder

And he realized
it was no one
but he himself
Sleeping....

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