The One By The Twenty First Poem by Kumar Parashar

In darkness and despair, he uttered to answer a prayer
'Let there be light', in Genesis, the black ends with dark slayer.
The words conversed to mere mortals and disperse
In ages to come and ages went by, they bloomed and dust
But unaltered are the presence and the stirs of faith, unaltered
With belief and trust, the word of One, the word that blurts
Maybe there be a recovered pattern, might be this be the worse
But the sense fervent for the one nameth by the twenty first
Is undying and underlying the drums of spirit, ultimate bird
The blues not contain the adores neither dying with the black in turn
The first with the brushes said, with utter gushes, 'The colors will live
In painful gushes, but will live forever in brilliant blushes.'
The time crushes but it breathes with belief of relief
In the arms of the one, with the power of lively breeze
For trust ye, they might mock it as hoax, in blatancy
Blasphemous, they may be, ignoramus, they shall be.
The quill feels what it feels; it turns the wheels with shield
To save the one, the one, with whom, it is opulent spiels
Glorious, the past is, splendid, copious, the outlook bliss
In the name of thy lord and accord to pleasures insists
The one by the twenty first adores, is the one by the core
In the likelihood of the fall, may the one be the one amour.