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"Oh dear theist",
Thus spoke the lord from the distant skies.
It never matters me,
the size of my idol you worship.
I fail to see,
those lumps of colours with which you drain me.
The forms of my idols that fancy you,
Do not fancy me.
A poor man's ball of rice,
and the rich man's delicious sweet make no difference.
Neither I see your wealth and power,
nor those enormous idols you keep.
I pity mankind,
for making me tall and tall over records.
I laugh seeing my idols to your left and right,
though you know, everywhere its me.
People prefer POP,
when mud and clay makes me even happy.
More I see, Your dedication in my decoration,
than your expected devotion.
My immersion,
you organise is a grand way, throttling traffic.
The decorative' s from my idol,
perish the fish and the tadpole.
A logic as simple as the buzz of the honey bee,
is all that the mankind lacks.
Purity in your heart,
and truth in your devotion is all what I see.
Service to the one in need,
gives me more pleasure than the tallest of the idols. #PSM

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