Throne Of Time

 

 

I could have walked on this alluring Earth

Foras long as I wanted to,

Only if time had not been so powerful.

Powerful enough to scribble words on the book of infinity,

Which every time has a blank page next.

No one knows what he can write,

For the rule lies within his hands only.

 

And above all,

He does justice without failure,

Which sometimes is delayed, but never disappears.

But his ears are never pleased by words of gratitude,

For people curse him for their bad times

but never thank him for writing their good

in that precious book,

which has no other copy.

 

He controls the cycle in which,

Creatures struggle,

That starts and ends with cries.

 

He makes nature realise,

The curiosity and power that resides within her,

For no matter how she is harmed by her own children,

She will always remain the master.

For he allows her to punish them,

With all those storms and ferocious winds,

Which too,are beautiful as usual.

That uproots all their fake pride.

 

He controls the light in the sky,

And orders the stars to twinkle,

That gives ways to the blind.

 

He makes the beasts realise,

Who is a friend in dark and who is a friend in light.

And who deserves to make a shelter for the beast's love to reside.

He makes them realise it all,

Only if, they are smart enough to find ways in glimpses.

He can turn power into weakness,

And weakness into power.

He can make them cry in laughter,

And laugh while crying,

For he is given the power to control destiny,

the only truth.

 

He is the ultimate,

though he knows,

There is always someone above him,

Who is his creator.

and thus obeys the presence he preaches.

 

I could have walked on this alluring earth,

For as long as I wanted to,

But I know,

People like me,

Cannot possess Such a Powerful Throne.