Sushil Kumar Tripathy

Rookie - 96 Points (11th November 1963 / Odisha State in INDIA)

Live God-The Tree


Forget all caste, creed, religion,
I am the sole religion in the world
Who can fulfill all the wants you have
Worship me, I will give you all
For hunger, thirst and life,
I can provide Food, water and clean air.

I am the only living almighty
Who can engulf all your sin
That you have committed in your life span
For you and your surroundings
Surrender me with raised hands
Absolute surrender I want to see
And I will provide you ever you thought
What no body can in the world.

Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013
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  • Gold Star - 27,070 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/3/2013 5:06:00 AM)

    Tree-God. True. No living God is there except tree
    Susil, You are right cent percent. thanks. I mark it full.
    And how are you? read my poems and comment please. (Report) Reply

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