Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh, the Master Lords:
Are the creator, preserver and destroyer of this world.
Lord Brahma, deep with the birth, writes his fate;
Everything is pre-destined, mean or great;
Unknown to all Lenins and Stalins, as to me,
Was Lenin or Stalin any scale for thee;
Unknown to them as to their canon,
Destiny is their master, stronger than all guns.
He works, plays, throws, in tough matters,
With kings, generals, commoners, his art dares,
Till last failed to overcome, through doubts and tear,
Entire world nourishes others poor peers.
Written by Him always awaits,
It is the Same Genius that creates.
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