Nothng to scribble...... Fasting.....fasting.......

A LETTER TO GOD

Born with empty hands,
bearing lacks. we are not astutes
 to play upon you.
 We are some alien islanders.
dwelling  midst thy sea.
no language as our own
to writ a complaint ,
thy might forget to drop.

Our lands are shattered
as the ink drops of thine signature.
we are some unknown fools,
befoold by many.
authority  still befooling us.
O, God! behold us, behold us,
we are some alien Islanders.