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Almighty

With eyelids closed, it seems that nothing more remains Other than the almost inaudible sound of breathing But inside, there is continuous beating of the lonely heart With both eyes open, the universe comes under our gaze Every object... the humans, bovines, birds…. Tree branches gyrating in air Objects filling up the open and underground space If nothing else, then there is always the swinging air Sometimes, a faint voice hits my ears Who is running all this Why, and from where Directing the entire universe with full control Without any visible clutch or gears Is that how the concept of God, the Almighty was born?

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