The Almighty’s messenger

A poem dedicated to all poets who observe the poetry around them and put it forth for the world.

Gazing and gazing long through this world,
I noticed a common belief.
“What else can a poet actually do but think?”,
is something most think and relieve.

But next to impossible can a poet exist
who wrote of anything that wasn’t made by God,
the Lord, the Mighty, the Creator of all,
All from tendermost bud to the cruelmost sword.

A poem, thus, needn’t be an arrangement of words,
it’s a culmination of feelings sometimes,
or it maybe what we call a memory,
or just a self-explaining event to say!

Thus God has written poetry with everything he made,
ranging from the blazing sun to the argent stars,
For they have been in their path since ages
In perfect discipline, without any war.

Poetry is literally the soul of nature
and even perhaps much more.
For every analysed reality of life
does itself its poetry encore.

Everything in universe has its own discipline
since always round the sun moves the earth.
We have a universe crafted so philosophically,
Will we ever realise these creations’ worth.

Every poem you read is a creation of God,
the visible earthly poets are mere mediators.
A poet is just a trustworthy servant of his,
being blessed as a confidential messenger.

The wound of a word might win over a body,
but it cannot ever touch the realms of heart;
While the wound of a word can pierce the soul
and can put a stop to the battle’s charts.

A poet is thus a non-violent warrior.
A poet is a silent swordless fighter.
A poet is a utopian format of life.
A poet is the mighty Almighty’s messenger.

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  1. Loved it.
    You make me think about lang leav’s quote.
    You write so beautifully, the inside of your mind ,(for your case I guess), must be a beautiful place.

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  2. This is an absolute piece of art Neha!💕 You weaved magic and better to say God made you weave such poetry. Indeed we are just messengers of Him and it’s a Blessing that we can carve stories in rhymes about His creations. We are messengers and our words are Spiritual guide. We find each other in words we write and let people find their ruins in our words. The connection is eternal.

    Your poem will make poets realize their worth and in world where even poetry is entering competition, people will understand why comparing one to another is bad because we all are created by Him. 🙂
    Smiles and Hugs.😇 You are as beautiful as your words Neha.💕

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    1. Your comment is a poetry in itself, Sameera, just as you are. I am elated that you could relate to this poem so beautifully. It fulfilled its purpose today ❤ ❤

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