A Nonsensical Poem

Wrestling with a theological puzzle, I would like to talk about the nature of God. He was sitting besides me. The man has become arrogant, he said, I want to quit. Were you afraid of becoming a narcissist, while eating a daffodil ? Convivial. I was trying to listen to the lunatic’s story. The other side of the indiscretion. The corpse comes alive after resuscitation. The bones in desert started laughing. There was a chorus of cricket’s symphony and hopping toads became friends with stray dogs. Satish Verma