God Himself Poem by Nikhil Parekh

God Himself



He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most minuscule form appearing even in flaming Sunlight; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even leaving an untidy footprint after majestically traversing on soil; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless myriad of forms; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after floating in each particle of the exotic atmosphere; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond corridors of the unbelievably extraordinary; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at the mere tip of his little finger; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented centuries ago even before this earth was created; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of beauty every unfurling second; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,
And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all mankind with omnipresent smiles; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can bid a celestial adieu is not God,
And he who was spawning countless for every entity withering; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can fabulously describe is not God,
And he was all Omniscient; having already embodied the scriptures of holy tomorrow even before the world had begun; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can devotedly chant till times beyond eternity is not God,
And he who irrefutably steered every lip on this globe; to propagate the essence of benevolent existence; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can belligerently fight for is not God,
And he who evolved the most marvelously wonderful species of creation called 'Man'; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you perpetually kept close to your chest was not God,
And he who made every single heart throb for the person it loved; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you witnessed blossoming was not God,
And he who stood taller than the Sun; to illuminate every miserably darkened cranny of trembling soil; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

Sunday, December 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: god
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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