Your Beautiful World Poem by Amar Agarwala

This world is thy playground
Oh Almighty I know!
Where little seeds of hope
With tender love you sow.

We are little playthings
You made with caring hands,
With the softness of earth,
Clay and golden sands.

You put your soul in us
Lending your divine breath,
So that we could live life
Then be relived in - Death!

You made a wondrous world
That we could all enjoy,
You gave hope and spirit
Thus fused with boundless joy.

You bestowed us wisdom,
Friends and a family,
You lent us your blessings
So happy we could be.

Then we learnt our lessons
In your classroom called - Life!
The best were the hardest
They came through pains & strife.

You punished us for wrongs
When our pride rose on wings,
It is your compassion
Which makes you do such things.

You've been our guardian
And the mate of our soul,
Yet at times we do not
Quite comprehend your role.

We mistake your blessings
As some curse in disguise,
We see not in sorrows
Your benevolent guise.

How often we should thank
Your kind and blessed wand,
Our gratitude absent
We barely understand.

Do forgive us Oh Lord!
For our misgivings deep,
Bless us with your mercies
That some faith we may keep.

We are so ironic
That though tinged in your hue,
We grasp not heaven's grace
And could be not like - You!
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