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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God is there!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Philistine killed my brother, <br>a buoyant youth doted upon<br>by all the castes of my village.<br>The recreant bullied a woman<br>who usually sells pickle and drinks<br>calling my elder, “ Son, my Son! ”<br>to pump potion to his heart<br>that cried often, “Mother, Mother! ”, <br>though she was of that foe’s caste.<br>When the post of Temple Trustee<br>passed from him to my brother, <br>envy supplanted love in him<br>and he brewed my brother’s death.<br>The frail woman blared out soon<br>that her son was poisoned.<br>Power and pelf kept the villain<br>out of the bounds of the law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hated to visit my village<br>and reconciled to keeping calm.<br>I spent several sleepless nights<br>being weak to pay him out.<br>But famine soon parched our village.<br>People moved out with their bulls<br>seeking greener pastures.<br>The villain lost peace at home.<br>The shopkeepers downed their shutters<br>on seeing that soaker.<br>A sudden God-induced impulse<br>forced him to take a bottle<br>of insecticde from a shop by force.<br>He mixed it with newly distilled arrack<br>and with sparks of anger from his face<br>tossed the glass up<br>and emptied it in a gulp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was not disturbed in my dreams afterwards<br>by my restless brother’s ghost.<br>When people of all castes whispered: <br>“God is there to avenge<br>when the lawless lash at the lawful”, <br>I shed tears at the ways of God.<br> -------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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a buoyant youth doted upon
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The recreant bullied a woman
who usually sells pickle and drinks
calling my elder, “ Son, my Son! ”
to pump potion to his heart
that cried often, “M..."></div>
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