He Was Every Person's Creator Poem by Nikhil Parekh

He Was Every Person's Creator



For every bird gruesomely killed; he had the power to create infinite more fledglings,

For every river dried miserably to a trickle; he had the power to create infinite oceans,

For every tree brutally chopped to the ground; he had the power to create infinite forests,

For every eye inadvertently blinded; he had the power to create infinite with sight,

For every satanic night taking a complete stranglehold on light; he had the power to create infinite brilliant days,

For every tongue which was disdainfully dumb; he had the power to create infinite mouths which could speak and shout,

For every iota of currency furtively stolen; he had the power to create infinite banks looming high and handsome till the heavens,

For every couple who was childless and rendered cruelly unable to procreate; he had the power to create infinite more households bustling with a battalion of toddlers,

For every brain that was wholesomely exhausted; he had the power to create infinite intelligent minds,

For every child disastrously orphaned on the streets; he had the power to create infinite families complete in all respects,

For every blade of grass mercilessly trampled; he had the power to create infinite meadows of lush green crop,

For every skeleton lying disdainfully buried under the coffin; he had the power to create infinite bodies; dancing about in robust health and thunderous fervor,

For every scalp that was balder than the egg; he had the power to create infinite strands of shimmering hair,

For every life lost unwittingly during the tumultuous earthquake; he had the power to create infinite more souls as Kings,

For every slave bound wretchedly to gleaming chains; he had the power to create infinite crusaders to break open the shackles,
For every throat that was dangerously thirsty; he had the power to create infinite mouths slavering with excess water,

For every watch that had abruptly relinquished to function; he had the power to create infinite clocks ticking at electric speeds,

For every Albino engulfed entirely with a coat of appalling pink skin; he had the power to create infinite beauties with the most charismatic of flesh,

For every house that had been diabolically pulverized to raw dust during war; he had the power to create infinite palaces; blended profusely with glittering gold and silver,

For every demon wandering at will on this earth; he had the power to create infinite angels to valiantly defend the world,

For every heart pathetically broken; he had the power to create and bind infinite having just taken birth,

His power to create was simply unprecedented; his process of evolution was simply boundless and beyond the most unimaginable degree of comprehension; and that is why he was not only mine; but every person's Almighty Creator.

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Nikhil Parekh

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