I am not god.
My mortal self gets afflicted by the dregs of society.
I bear my crown of thorns with neither levity nor forbearance.
I get dissipated with time
Yet I wake up anew- a cutting edge creation.
I am rhythm in sleep
Silent in commotion
Constant in chaos.
I am not god.
I hurt
I get hurt
I break and get broken.
I slither in pain when innocence gets stabbed brutally.
I am not god.
I create and take life
But I can't hug the soul.
I am not god.
I am a droplet in God's ocean
A grain in His sand scape
The smallest wave in His sea.
His train of thoughts
Our mankind.
(2 May 2014)
My mortal self gets afflicted by the dregs of society.
I bear my crown of thorns with neither levity nor forbearance.
I get dissipated with time
Yet I wake up anew- a cutting edge creation.
I am rhythm in sleep
Silent in commotion
Constant in chaos.
I am not god.
I hurt
I get hurt
I break and get broken.
I slither in pain when innocence gets stabbed brutally.
I am not god.
I create and take life
But I can't hug the soul.
I am not god.
I am a droplet in God's ocean
A grain in His sand scape
The smallest wave in His sea.
His train of thoughts
Our mankind.
(2 May 2014)
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