A Wish

By Angshita

Above all the might, Almighty

He is, like the rays of the sun;

A world without a whimpering child,

A song sung with a burning drum.

He creates, creates and creates.

He destroys, destroys and destroys.

Uh! He cries the rain of peace.

Oh! He cries for a simple wish.

As they say, the time cannot stop time.

As they say, the ageless cannot count age.

The Hand who holds humans

Wants to be human Himself.

For once, to be loved

By the lights of life.

For once, to be haunted

By the starless sky.

Not the one with a canvas blank.

Not the one standing on endless sands.

So, once, for once, He wants

To feel the immortality

Of a mortal man.

By Angshita