Plight Of The Fly
"Help","help" cried out the fly
from the cob web that was so high
oh! dears,please help me here
let me live, a little more.
Bee went by, cockroach passed
other dear ones also roamed
but, nobody helped not even tried
to help the poor, their dear friend.
fly thought- may be they didn't hear
so tried out a little more louder
he didn't think that even for wife
nobody will risk their own life.
For others who saw this plight
thought the spider got his prey.
Spider was happy was getting ready
to have a wonderful good breakfast.
But poor this fly was going through
that bridge between life and death.
Realised now that nobody will help
turned to God,with a cry like yelp.
At that moment the lady of the house
thought of removing the cobwebs,
took a long brush swiped the web
it was broken,the fly fell down.
came down hanging on a piece of web
reached the soft sofa safely,
removed the small portions happily
rested and flew away as a deb.
Again he was free, thanks to God
for hearing his prayers....
When our prayers are answered
we call God 'a dear' otherwise deaf.
Is this right?