I gazed for him in outer space,
While my fellow people were separated by race.
Exhausted not able to find an answer,
I started at my reflection,
And pondered about his beautiful creation.
The cool air of tender,
The nice smell of lavender,
The innovation of the 6th sense,
And everything else not being spurious,
Only made my heart more curious.
The world being broken up by fragments,
Is only leading to more detachments.
Well, he didn't insert an extra sense in us for this,
And I'm pretty sure it brought him no reliefs,
When the "human" started coming up with different beliefs.
Churches, mosques and temples gave me no clue,
But only left behind an untouchable residue.
I always knew deep in my heart,
That one day I would certainly meet him,
Before I could see the afterlife's rim.
Just before I could close my eyes forever,
I could definitely hear a voice in my head.
It was clear and divine, which said,
"Why would you look everywhere,
When a part of me gave you life's flare?"
YOU ARE READING
The Creator
PoetryWe look for him everywhere, but why didn't we know that he was already a part of us and that part gave us life?
