The Creator. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Exact origin of the Universe
remains a mystery till date.
No body knows the life span
and it's final fate.

However, we encounter wide
varieties of living and non-living
beings here.
Must there be some power
as the creator and controller.

He has made the swan white
and the crow black.
Water is salty in seas,
sweet in brook and tank.

We call Him God or in
some other name.
So far none has seen Him
but most of us acclaim.

May be hidden somewhere
in this vast and complex creation.
Or He is simply an imagination
of very intelligent humans.

Man could not find any other
man to trust fully.
Therefore great thinkers
invented God whom
most of us believe explicitly.

He has provided all that is
required for our survival.
Destruction of the creation
would be our death knell.