It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He was waiting for generations
He tried hard for millenniums
He hoped to evolve around
The minds and the souls
To incarnate everyday
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I was following Him since long
Like air water fire and earth
I was following Him
From the cradle to the grave, like
The lost shadows forgotten long
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He himself believed the prophets
He, even tried out every ritual
He followed the leaders, the writers
The singers, the composers, the poets
He followed both scriptures and manifestoes
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I have seen Him in the lost battlefields
I have seen Him with the revolutionaries
I have seen Him among the dead bodies
I have seen Him to be defeated by the evils
I have seen Him crying aloud in despairs
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
He knew, He was too feeble, too weak
He knew, He was too lonely, too alone
He knew, He was too idealist, too innocent
He had neither the strength nor the knowledge
He had neither the tools nor the instruments
It was about Him
It would always be about Him
I know, He would still try hard for success
I know, He would still wait for the others
I know, He would still dream to evolve
Around the minds around the souls
To incarnate every second!
©NilavroNIll 18th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
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