WITHOUT ANY FIGURE
IF God doesn't have a life, what he is?
If he is nothing, whom should we please?
God was made by men as a him, as a male;
Prophecied as a particular entity what seems a tale!
God is where no shape is visible anymore;
God is the endless
frontier and is not in figure!
Days and nights never was our controlable;
The existence of God is top of all, farthest, invisible!
Farthest means here, the smallest than nuclear;
God is unseen but exists with all and everywhere!
Puzzle of God will stay as the unsolved mystery;
All are entitled to keep God in own imaginary boundary.
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