JUDGMENTA Poem by Jvl narasimharaoA monk meditated upon God In front of a woman’s house. She was a debaucher Each time a visitor came to her house He would pick up a stone and throw it near by The time rolled on and the years passed by The heap of stones filed up day by day The monk and the woman became old The woman died one day Heaven became her way The monk died the next day He was doomed to hell He started to yell. What sort of judgment is this? The monk asked God. God said” you concentrated only on her fraud. She dedicated her soul to the Lord”
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24 Reviews Added on September 7, 2011 Last Updated on September 7, 2011 AuthorJvl narasimharaoANDHRA PRADESH, ASIA, IndiaAboutI am JVL NARASIMHA RAO from India.I write poems both in my mother tongue and in English, my favourite tongue.I am an english teacher, trainer, resource person and text book writer.English is my breat.. more..Writing
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