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In a deal with thee, Lord
Thou art O Lord a unique One,
And I am a value-less nought,
(Sans thee oh what a worthless dot!)
And an object of abject fun!
I've come thence to thee, this to plead:
Be thou Good Lord my life's sole lead
And let me just tag on to thee,
To One-- zeroes like chicks of hen--
In various powers of ten,
This way can we grow, ye and me.
Sans zeros One remains just one,
Sans One, zeros are next to none.
This may sound a wee bit selfish,
So-how's cooked here every dish!!!
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 02.03.2007 | humour
Note: Most prayers sound like a bucket list of wishes and wants. Often, they are conditional give and take— if you grant me this O God, I'll do that, so on so forth. This ditty has reduced it to a business deal, no less!
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Aniruddha Pathak
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