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When His creativity made love with His wisdom the creation came to be
But when the Man's agony made Love with time, His prayers were born
I am but a muted spectator, with a heart full of words, poems, he calls them
The God, mightiest hero my mind has ever comprehended
Like a master, I thought, He could control the Worlds on his finger tips
I always wondered what awed Him? Does something like that even exist?
Secrets hidden away from the minds filled with filth
Stars beyond all our eyes could see together
Time wrapped around the, going in circles
But one thing stood apart. Yes.
A man's prayer. Say, its like a song. One song with many tunes
He sings at different moments
A prayer, a mystery to man. An awe inspiring feeling to God.
No matter how many times He hears the song,
Its always new. Sometimes from here. Sometimes from there.
I see The God. I see the human.
I see him selling his soul to adultery
World built on rules being sold to filth
Dirt he ate. Like a swine he fell into the sewage
The rain always falls from above.
You look at it as a harbinger of joy
He looks at it like a free fall from heaven to dust
Sold the heart to shit. Took off the white robes.
Well, humans are mysterious creatures.
You run to find and understand the heart
Just when you think you reached, it sings a new song.
They shall drag the swine away.
The pure waters shall find the blue oceans where they are meant to be
Before they cut the swine open, he shall see the clear blue skies
Atleast lets hope the sky would wear the blue gown he so Loves
But time has always been a magician pulling rabbits out of his hat
Lest it pulls out a black gown!
Ah the clear blue skies. The pure waters. The pure prayers.
Someday, His wisdom shall find a way to embrace the prayers.
Keep them in the womb, bring them into existence.