His eyes were glittering,
His lips gently smiling,
His heart was warm
As He molded life with love.....
He created creatures,
He crafted humans,
He breathed emotions
Into every pulse......
He dreamed of harmony,
He dreamed of care,
He dreamed of a world
Where peace would fare.....
One day, curious and yearning,
He chose to walk among us,
To live for a day
In the world He made.....
Through crowded streets, He wandered,
And there on the ground, He found
A woman bruised and broken,
Her spirit shattered and bound.....
He rushed, His heart aching,
But she cut her veins in despair,
Leaving Him in silence,
Unable to comprehend
That humans could do this
To one of their own.....
He moved on, holding hope,
Seeking the love He dreamed of,
Looking for one person His Eyes could still glitter for,
His lips could still smile for,
His heart could still be warm for.....
But there, in a dim doorway,
A son slapped his old father,
And cast his parents out,
With words of ice and scorn.....
God wept, His tears spilling,
“It’s not what I made;
This isn’t my dream.”
He moved to console,
But the son sneered,
“It’s none of your business, old man.”
He fell to His knees,
Lost in the pain,
When a small creature
Caught His eye:
A tiny dog, dying,
With no voice to cry.....
Its body bruised,
Its breath faint,
While people passed by,
Not sparing a glance,
Too busy to care
For a stray dog’s life......
He crawled to its side,
Held its frail, bleeding frame,
And remembered the day
He shaped us from clay,
Fashioned with care,
Layered with dreams,
And filled with a world
Of perfect peace......
But His perfect world
Was now broken, scarred,
A place He no longer knew,
Twisted and torn.....
He rose from the earth,
Eyes dulled with sorrow,
And in His departing sigh,
He left us a warning:
"I gave you my world,
Pure, whole, and true.
But you broke it, shattered it,
Now it’s yours to rue."
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Varnika Agarwal
The writer is a theoretical physics geek with thousands of hobbies, writing being one of them. She has been writing self-help non-fiction content on Substack. She wants to fill the reader's life with positivity, productivity and calmness.
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"Oh! So you have returned with an amazing creation. Incredible! Your words capture deep emotions and the contrast between dreams and reality. It reflects the pain of creation and the sorrow of seeing those creations hurt or neglected. The depth with which you have written is remarkable. Keep writing like this!"
Its amazing Here, as a noobie I tried adding some lines: But still in a world Which knows not love Which recalls no care Dull like a knife That cuts no dispair If not ten then five If not five then one... Just one who knows to believe when others forgot to blame not Just one who lights that lamp When darkness knows bound not Just one who still sings The poem to call the rain of mercy Just one whose eyes still glimmer As the eyes of His motherly cow Just one who sees Him And only Him In a dog in her brawl with death In a father who has now No home and no son In a woman shattered by them who recognise them not But even in sons who throw their father Even in them who recognise them not He sees his God... Mixed in every being As sunlight mixed with night When dawn's first glow gets to sky In a world where hatred flows like dust in air Until there's one who knows how to love God will keep smiling Like the sun after monsoon His eyes will stay glimmering Like the ocean when it descents to twilight His heart as warm as the Sunlight hits your cold feet His Love will know bound not Like his one crafted art knows