Boon I asked
God has come
In my morning dream
Waking me with his basket of boons
“ do you want a boon to write your poem?’
No, My lord, the spring of writing not yet dried’
,”do you want a bunglow at mumbai?
No , my lord, I prefer to live with honest people
‘ do you want inheritor to write your name in the history?’
Oh, no sir, my two children will certainly do that. –
Oh my dear, then what do you want,
Tell me that
Otherwise how will I know
The god who knows everything
Asking me all these.
Looking at his gloomy face
I have decided to ask one boon
God you know everything
You know our needs
You know our greeds
I will not put you in trouble
By asking a boon of living for ever
You adisankaraa..
The power of mahasakthi (power)
Nothing great to ask
Just do me one small favour
Our electric trains should come on time
Let us enjoy the hanging travel
Before I finished my words
Our Lord vanished.
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