It must have taken quite a few eternities
for God to be a man.
How his Mother must have chased him
through his infancies!
I imagine his first words were:
"Don't you dare! "
And then through ages of adolescence... O!
let's not go there!
No doubt, his first love
was his own reflection,
till she ditched him for another mirror, richer,
with Italian hair.
Now his mind is scattered everywhere.
And his Creation:
A vast, tempestuous affair!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed your poem very much.A difficult subject handled well. In our religion besides many other forms God is imagined being born as baby also. it is specially famous as baby Krishna. Volumes and volumes of poetry has been written on it. love poems of Radha Krishna and their adolescence love are widely sung in music and depicted in Dance. Thanks for sharing.