Creator

They created Man

He poured in life

Then they made his clan

He segregated the minds

Things were separated

Rather equally distributed

But only one was capable

To write down the fate

It wasn't a fairy or foe

Nor was he himself

Neither the cupid

But one stronger than swords

Beautiful inscription started

Carved in gold was each letter

And so it stays the same

Till date for every man

The words written

As bold as brass

As delicate as petals

Decide the fate of thee

The pen that once started

Wrote it all till doomsday

Every minute detail of

Every friend and foe

The people of land

Praised the pen

But little did they know

What was behind it

The enchanted ink

That he created

Was what fueled

The destinies of many.