God—the Supreme

The world is a place,
Which is ruled by God’s ways.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west,
This is because He thinks it is the best.
He is the Creator of this Earth,
It is He, who decides our birth.
He is always forgiving,
Care he takes for everyone living.
To some he gives happiness,
And some remain in wilderness.
A baby is sometimes born with riches,
Again some new born are found left alone in ditches.
A child sometimes dies before it is born,
Some live lives of agony and forlorn.
This is the way God had wished,
And that is how lives of people are stitched.
Anyone who goes against his ways,
In the whirlwind of life he sways.
When things go good,
People often forget Him and behave rude.

They don’t care,
Neither do they share.
When people boast with pride,
God listens from the side.
And the moment He thinks,
He makes such a man sink.
Stories have been told of the rich becoming poor,
Of your might and wealth you can never be sure.
So never take things for granted,
As that will happen what God wanted.
People who serve at length,
Are specially blessed with all His strength.
God gives all His might,
To those who fight for the right.
When man thinks he is the power,
With calamities He makes us feel lower.
Tsunamis and earthquakes shall continue to shake the earth,
Neither do we have the power to control death or birth.
Everything in this world belongs to God,
And that is why all of us bow before the Supreme Lord.