The Soul Of The Creator Poem by Tonmoy Datta Mishu

The people who talk about humanity,
The people who think about humanity,
The people who work for humanity,
The people who believe in humanity,
They are the people who will feel,
Who will feel for the innocent.
No matter what religion,
No matter what country,
No matter what colour,
No matter what language,
They will feel for all
They will feel for the entire humankind.

And they won't stop there.
They will also have a place in their hearts
For the whole creation of the universe.
What will you name them?
They are nameless!
They never call themselves the best
They don't claim themselves the superior.
These nameless are the soul of the creation
The soul of The Creator Himself.