Hand Of God Poem by Muhammad Khalid

The hand of God breaks on early dawn,
of the tender doves and playing fawn.
The hand of God burst on doom of dark,
for as stable as nearly strongest barque.
The hand of God crush hundred spears,
on the establishment of ending the tears.
The hand of God is reaching the mind,
as for the birth of an endless bind.
The hand of God is reaching the players of eclogue,
to pierce the stream of an endless fog.
The hand of God is resembling tyke's surprise,
onto now till where he has such long rise.
The hand of God is creeping at the powerful day,
from where he is to the heart getting an pitiful way.
The hand of God is raising above and high,
from where everything looks close and nigh.
The hand of God as always keeping his words,
like the those who are working sweaty as the birds.
The hand of God is making the happenings to happen,
the erectness mounting to the power of a Ben.
The hand of God is advising on the road,
where his tykes are bathed in a weary mode.
The hand of God is crushing the twilight between,
for the endless bound of milky way scene.
The hand of God is letting his men to retrieve the drops,
which felled as the doom or the unknown gropes.
The hand of God knows that all halcyon times was his desire,
but he lets them to aloofly gain all the admire
The hand of God is now flying away in the paradise,
to let his children in an unbound Eden rise.