Ode To God Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

O God! what is not in thy hands
wonder lies in lakes on the lands
The wind all around is thy gift
Why did thou make a rift?
The sea sounds never die
Nothing thy, but we fly
we the springs of disobedient parents
still living like the tenants
Thou art kind, my Father
Always cares like a mother
For evil deeds done in the Garden
Being sorry, repenting to pardon
Though this prison is beautiful
But none cares to be dutiful
If thou cannot call now
we can never say to life, wow!
we immortals cannot face such life
where we are always on the knife
we never look at the past
and future is unknown to last
the sin of our forefathers in the garden
it was Satan who came as a warden
Forced them to commit that sin
and since then we are in this inn.
but thy bliss we want again and again
and for that we are ready for any pain
how beautiful the Earth looks
for us like our mother cooks
when the wind blows over the mountains
and water flows in lakes like fountains
Thou art the only perfect artist
And who can be such a lyricist
crickets sing in the evening
and flowers blossom in the morning
sound of the falling water
the rivers do chatter chatter
the birds and worms of various forms
are scattered easily in the storms
natural things are always boon
since the children demand the Moon
a drop of water gives life
to a thirsty man in the desert
when no signs of water seem
and all the men made to hurt
the life in nature is divine
but not easy to define
My Father, the beauty of Heaven
We shall never think to raven.