The Paper God Poem by santhana louis

ON A maiden VISIT TO OUR PLANET,
Old and bearded god once slipped and fell down
-not used to quick running at a zebra road -crossing
Someone behind helped him to the side walk and soda water
God was happy and thanked that ‘living Samaritan'.

a few yards as he had passed-by and it pinched him to pause
Only to realize that in the melee he had lost
The purse and all cash and credit cards he carried
‘clever Samaritan's charge for the services just lent

God was vexed and sent a SOS to His Father
To send Him a V-SAT MO - care of local GPO
The money promptly arrived, but was politely declined
on the grounds of lack of identity and for the want of a known surety

How our GOD would have felt of the universe, that He only has made
If the ‘Maker' himself is not spotted, identified or heard
Melted into the crowd as His mission was so aborted
Dear friend….. please watch out
For a silver- haired, broad eyed, charming man, if ever pops up.