The Omnipotent Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
The Omnipotent
Bereft of your ego
Your power, your money
Come to me
For I have no use for your ornaments
Come to me
The way I had sent you
Naked to the skin
Helpless, weak, innocent
For you have no power
Except for what I had given you
You have no wisdom
Except for what I had allowed you
You will never know me
The way I know you
You are my creation
A figment of my imagination
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4/29/2024 7:27:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Without God man is nothing. Beautiful poem