Who is it that loves to see others,
Weighted with burdens attached to their backs.
With a telling them and convincingly,
Wings await for them in Heaven.
And God will be there,
Selecting them to be praised for their lack...
Of attempts to be greater,
Than all His creations were meant to be.
Who is it that deceives and preys on the weak.
With beliefs to keep,
They've been blessed to suffer agonies.
While others are chosen to be invited to feast.
The best lines I enjoyed.
Loved the poem.
Thanks for sharing the poem.
Subhas
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Who is it that loves to see others, Weighted with burdens attached to their backs. With a telling them and convincingly, Wings await for them in Heaven. And God will be there, Selecting them to be praised for their lack... Of attempts to be greater, Than all His creations were meant to be. Who is it that deceives and preys on the weak. With beliefs to keep, They've been blessed to suffer agonies. While others are chosen to be invited to feast. The best lines I enjoyed. Loved the poem. Thanks for sharing the poem. Subhas