DIVINE TEARS

(God is in a state of rejoice that he created his best masterpiece "human being". In a mood of joy, he just looks at a beggar in a busy street and becomes gloomy. )

What has made him like this?

Is this my creation, the most evolved species
in those poor rags, begging in the busy streets without any shoes?
Is the world going back?
What has made him like this?

(He observes the poor beggar and sees him going into the bar)

He is going to the bar!!With those alms!!!
Sure the spirit that man has created is certainly ruling him.

Why cant he understand that i gave him fruits and cereals
not to distil spirit out of them?

Is this creature worth possessing such a wonderful engineering of mine?

I gave him nature to enjoy its beauty
I gave him wonderful fruits to eat
I gave him flowers to smell their fragrance
I gave him music to listen to
I gave him cool breeze to enjoy its touch
I gave him fire to enjoy its warmth

Why he is he going to drink alcohol damaging internal beauty of his body?
I cant understand which sense of the body is going to enjoy from that satanic spirit

Has my creation become my enemy damaging my millions of years research?

Man is my dream work
Man is my best painting
i made this painting and gave life to it
not to get itself jump into a puddle of alcohol

My son!
My art!
My creation!
You are squeezing my heart by ruining yourself

You dont need to worship me
You dont need to gift me
You dont need to build huge shrines for me
You just dont damage my art
It is precious

You give beauty to my art by adding flowers
They are nothing but your good deeds
My son! please don't fall into a ditch of liquor