The Omnipresent

His mother created Him
Of sandalwood paste.
He created us
Of blood and flesh.
We created his idols
of Plaster of Paris

And we bid Him farewell
a grand one.
Such great is the human treatment,
that He doesn't want to leave us.
He refuses to dissolve
so here, he lays,
on the banks and the shores.

He thinks,
"I created humanity.
Thought I gave sanity.
But they gave in to vanity
And care too less of what they possess.
A day might come,
when my loyal creations too
start caring less.

He wonders,
"Should I be there then
 to save humanity?"

Don't you think?
He's there in PoP
So is He,
In clay.
He's there in idols,
So is He,
In our hearts.
He's just there,
Here & there
And Everywhere.
Respect Mother Nature
Because He's there
And you respect Him.

#omnipresent