The Supreme Being
I have seen him, he exists,
the omnipotent, omnipresent.
In the silent cry of a mother
while her child starves to death,
in the ghastly tremor of a brother
while his brother cuts his head,
in the form of dreadful spirit
which burns humans alive,
in the gloomy eyes of a farmer
who reluctantly takes his life.
In the graveyard of surging hopes,
lie remains of rotten humanity.
And uninterested, unconcerned
the supreme being with his vanity.
Copyright © Rahul Singh | Year Posted 2015
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