The Gift Of God Poem by CMA Chandan Chatterjee

The Gift Of God

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Chandan Chatterjee

The Earth, The Moon, The Sun,
The Sea, The River, or The Cloud,
The forest, the Mountain, or the Grazing land,
Everything is your gift.

This smile, this cry, this feeling of separation,
This happiness, this peace, or the burning day and night,
This pain, this agony, or the relief from sadness,
Everything is your gift.

This love, this affection, this eagerness,
This pray, this obtains, or this satisfaction,
This heart, this mind, or this loneliness,
Everything is your gift.

This winter, this summer, or the change of seasons,
This cloud, this sun rays, or this storms
This drought, this flood, or this snowfall,
Everything is your gift.

This war, this peace, or this violence,
This oppression, this injustice, or the word of peace,
All of these are your gift.


O God, you present in every corner, in every soul, into the heart of all,
You present, in every atom, in every nucleus, omnipresent,
You present, in every hour, in every minute, in every second.

Hey father, shower your word of nectar, to enlightenment us
From the darkness to the light,
From the ignorance to the knowledge
From the death to immortality.

The End

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brook Renwick 26 April 2022

I will definitely make your poem my favourite if you consider taking out this part, 'Hey father, shower your word of nectar, to enlightenment us'. Your poem is so close to perfection.

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Brook Renwick 26 April 2022

This poem is almost perfect in my eyes but I don't believe we are made in God's image. God is the universe and this cannot be comprehended.

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