The soul of his racing creation is his sanctum sanctorium,
His revelation streams in every living cell where His magnanimity gets chanted through trepidation.
Every domain where the worshippers set foot,
His name gets etched as they offer Him salute.
His mystic manipulation seeps through the pathway of mundane dreams,
He holds the sceptre to mortal proposals, and His command disposes their schemes.
He is a credo undeterred and takes the shape of the vessel that instates Him strong.
As a spirited icon, He coons in mortal hearts to make their conscience throng.
His transcendental mode gives the essence of His omnipresence,
In our sorrows and joys, friends and families, nature’s charismas, actions and coalescence.
He is in past, He is in the present, and He is in future.
He rolls the wheel of Karma; He is the ultimate director.
If he is in failure, then he is also in triumphant affairs,
He, as an omnipotent, can bifurcate darkness as an undefiable warrior.
He is the divine answer to every ardent prayer,
Like infinite cosmic energy, He exists as physical ardour.
Again, in abstraction, He is the mystifying layer.
But the gospel most undeniable is His haven in the core of theists,
That forges even the rationalistic minds to carry his aphorisms and prognostics.
Thus, in fidelity He resides, but in arguments to the furthest He proceeds.
Indrani Chatterjee
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