The Ultimate Sir Poem by Nikhil Parekh

We all must have called someone or the other spuriously as SIR during our lives; in our insatiable desire to reach the zenith of prosperity,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably marvelous Creator; on whose divine fingertips; danced the entire planet towards the path of unflinching righteousness.
We all must have called someone or the other lackadaisically as SIR during our lives; in our mission to shrug inexplicable poverty and be the stupendous best,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably majestic Creator; who evolved every bit of mesmerizing beauty; wandering bountifully on this colossal Universe.

We all must have called someone or the other abhorrently as SIR during our lives; in our yearning to catapult to overwhelming stardom and glitterati,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably perennial Creator; on whose sacrosanct decisions; revolved the inevitable chapters of celestial life and death.

We all must have called someone or the other malevolently as SIR during our lives; in our greed to holistically survive; extract the optimum from the corridors of the hideously manipulative society,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably immortal Creator; on whose revered shoulders rested the weight of this entire planet; blended with love; compassion
and mystically blooming forest.

We all must have called someone or the other pompously as SIR during our lives; in our relentless struggle to grant the most opulently tantalizing food to our impoverished stomachs,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably invincible Creator; who spawned countless civilizations deluged with brilliant sunlight; within the single wink of his eye.

We all must have called someone or the other sinfully as SIR during our lives; in our unrelenting conquest of attaining astronomical power and fame,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably unconquerable Creator; who gave infinite organisms a chance to exist in symbiotic harmony; with every single of his supremely everlasting breath.

We all must have called someone or the other worthlessly as SIR during our lives; in our intransigently augmenting search for pleasure; seduction and alluring happiness,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omnipotent Creator; melanged land with unsurpassably towering mountains as well as tantalizingly tangy sea bed soil.

We all must have called someone or the other viciously as SIR during our lives; in our endless march forward to metamorphose each of our wishes into an absolute reality,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omniscient Creator; who created man as the most ingenious being on this enamoring planet; showered stringent thunderbolts of lightening from the sky when the earth headed towards devastating malice.

We all must have called someone or the other baselessly as SIR during our lives; in our never ending aspiration of stuffing our pockets with glittering gold coin,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably impregnable Creator; who instilled the beats of heavenly love in every heart alive; merged every religion named his inconspicuous molecules; into the religion of impeccable humanity.

And we must have called someone or the other lecherously as SIR during our lives; in our irrevocable urge to sail above the abundantly sparkling skies,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omnipresent Creator; who magnificently articulated the destinies of boundless alive; saw to it that the planet perpetually maintained its equilibrium of good and evil; with truth and mankind eventually and forever outnumbering the bad.