Poem63.Plight Of The Fly

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?