I am not a letter
In me all epics
I created Time and Space
In me lie all edicts
You don't understand my silence
You misrepresent my word
You take delusion's path
Your vision has got blurred
I am the burning fire
All Maya to ashes I reduce
Out of airy nothing
Diverse beings I produce
You too are in me
You too have my traits
Just realize your worth
Why pine in illusive states?
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An amazing write sir, about God and his creation man. Very thought provoking and a reason to soul search. Thank you.