His Creations
His creations
Eyes are too small, to perceive His creations,
the vastness, exquisiteness and fascination.
How many drops, the clouds would fall?
Has the science, answer to the question?
How many trees, the seed would generate,
In its chain, can you find definite solution?
Where the chain began, seed to tree to seed;
don’t know, will go how many generations.
Where does the sky end, beyond the thought,
no machine is made yet, for the calculation.
Water comes to rivers, from the mountains,
few mountains sleep, in the bed of the ocean.
To find Him, strolled in temples and pilgrimage,
He lived inside me, driving the soul in motion.
- S. D. Tiwari
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