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?
Copyright © Manoj Mathur | Year Posted 2023
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