Probate Of God's Will Poem by Upendra Majhi

When God thought that, it is time to make a will he said let sun's rays be shared byday's moon at morning, eagle on its wing-low, the east sky and the face of all little girls, we, the inhabitants of earth waited with baited breath for the probate of the will.
Somany others made complaints on- line for golden rays belonged to all and God closed all such complaints as non maintainable on the "
"frivolous ground" except that of a squirrel who showed his eyes sparkling bright while pleading to God.He got a share.