English Poem–He, who

He, who moves the whole world with His sheer will and without even moving His little finger, seeks my hand to move, in the form of a baby.

He, who fills this earth with awesome greenery of uncountable species, asks for my gardening skills in my front-yard to bloom, in the form of a flower.

He, who bedecks the sky with twinkling stars of captivating brilliance, waits to see if I can paint the beauty with my brush in the form of a canvas.

And I, poor in scholarship and wisdom, wonder in contemplating silence if I would be bestowed the chance to cast my eyes upon His lotus feet and wash them with tears!



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