When God created the heavens;
He engrained randomness in all His Creation;
A calculated randomness in which no one except Himself remained perfect,
A worldly king was designed to remain issueless,
A poor, a father of many,
Beauty faithless, mediocrity chaste;
An intelligent mind occupied with riddles;
An idler with all the time to play;
So, no human born and breed to perfection;
Somewhere there always an Achilles heel, even in the very best of humans,
So, God has always reigned supreme,
And humans as only his best creation,
Who when fell down look up to Him, for help and mercy;
But when given might and glory,
Try to belittle The Creator;
Overlooking, the subtle ways of their Unmoved Mover;
The God that Created the Creation;
The Creation behind the Evolution!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.