GOD

It was a stormy night,

I could not sleep.
My kid woke up in the noise of thunderstorm,
he saw me beside him,
went to sleep peacefully.
I saw HE is there,
I also slept blissfully.
(This is a lame translation of poem by Prof. Prasad Khastagir)
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