THE HYMN OF CREATION

The Hymn of Creation

BY Sanjay Yadav

Before the dawn had learned its name,
When silence slept in cosmic flame,
No breath, no wind, no voice, no sea,
Only the dream of what would be.

From nothing rose the trembling light,
A single spark that shattered night,
The void awoke, the stars took form,
And chaos whispered into norm.

The sun was born, its heart of fire,
To crown the sky with old desire,
The moon was carved from silver grace,
To guard the dark with tender face.

Mountains rose like hymns of stone,
Rivers sang in undertone,
The earth began her sacred spin,
And life’s first prayer stirred within.

Who sang that song, who struck the chord,
That made the universe adored?
Was it the hand we cannot see,
Or love’s own pulse in mystery?

The trees grew tall in worship’s hue,
The oceans bowed, the sky turned blue,
Every leaf, and flame, and star,
Became the proof of who we are.

The breath of man met morning’s glow,
He learned to speak, to reap, to sow,
To dream of gods, to build and break,
To love, to sin, to weep, awake.

Yet still he asks, through joy and pain,
Who lit the stars, who formed the rain?
And in his heart the echo stays —
The hymn of creation always plays.