strange ways
strange ways
God’s ways are strange, and stranger
A large vacant ground in the compound
No one cares to plant a single plant
While in a narrow grill without any sunlight
I struggle, to grow at least, some green plants
A man who owns a big place to have a pets
Makes someone, walk or feed his pet dog
While from a narrow grill, I watch longingly
Other’s pet dogs, indifferently walked by helps
Oh God, why create such an impossible longing?
Where such wishes can never ever be fulfilled?
Need no great, but a pet and some plants for me?