My Lord,
Do you enjoy it
When I quarrel with You
Unnecessarily and foolishly?

My child,
Let Me add —
And unpardonably as well.
Am I correct,
My son?

My Lord,
Perhaps You are.
My Lord, tell me,
Why do You allow me
To indulge
In quarrelling with You?

My child,
If I do not allow you
To empty
Your overflowing poison-ocean into Me,
Then who will and who can?