My Lord And Master Poem by aryaindia india

At times me thinks of splendour filled in crazy colored dreams
Some other times are restless spent by crystal clear white streams
Though might is right which stands by plight in rough and painful times
Some cautious care that seeks to rare is felt and spelt in rhymes

A different kind of selfless worth that picks to dare and speak
With open mind and heart and soul the mouth it dwells to freak
The clustered feel of twilight daze so fragile and quite found
In wishes felt to reach and teach is prominently bound

In happy times the need not felt to thank for blessings true
Yet sadness streaks to make one think of Lord in every hue
We humans sure delight to find the wonders of His power
Amazed and humbled should we be to find his strength a tower