He is
This is a poem that i scribbled recently. Or rather it was a catharsis of what i felt. Whatever we are, whereever we are... its because of the one person who loves us. And loves us more than anyone else in this world does. That is why he is perhaps considered out of world. He is our creator, protector and destroyer. He is God. My poem says 'He is'. but personally God is beyond all the divisions that divide any normal mortal.... caste creed gender colour. He has only one form... Love. He is...He is the breeze from faraway land He is the miracle in every grain of sand. He is the softness in a flower He is the infinite in the hour He is the smile of an innocent child He is the roar of the wild He is the love that blooms He is the ray eradicating the gloom He is the life in all my deeds He is the only ear that pays heed He is the hymn, he is the praise He is the Lord of infinite grace.