Human God
He who recognizes the fertility of land; by mere caress of the strewn soil,
Smelling the scent emanating as he tramples the mud; is indeed a true farmer.
He who recognizes burglars; by simply looking straight in their eye,
Intricately reading their jugglery of body movement; complexion of their brutal face;
is a true policeman.
He who comprehends the arrival of a cyclonic storm; by the rise and fall of
sea waves,
The turbulent clouds obliterating the stars; gusty draughts of wind blowing; is a true sailor.
He who can perceive the entire structure of the grandiloquent building; without even
constructing it,
By articulately sketching its labyrinth of outlines; is a true architect.
He who can explicitly understand the disease of an individual; without asking him to divulge his lengthy background,
By innocuously touching his pulse; is a true doctor.
He who can confidently proclaim the denomination of a currency note; without seeing a trace of it with the eye,
By scrupulously feeling its texture; weighing its body; is a true businessman.
He who can write voraciously at all times of the day; without a luxurious ambience of rain and tropical forest,
Tumultuously exercising dormant arenas of his invincible brain; is a true writer.
He who can dive head on in the fathomless valley; bereft of a parachute strapped on his back,
Gleefully gliding down whispering sedately to the floating birds; is a true adventurer.
He who can fight the greatest of war without a sword; conquering the mightiest with
prowess of his speech,
Pacifying the most pugnacious by his benevolent ideas; is a true warrior.
He who spreads his entangled net in deep water; going abysmally far inside the sea,
Encountering acerbic waves and swirling storms; is a true fisherman.
He who sends the leather ball whistling past the fence; astronomical distances into the spectator stands; by the silken caress of his bat,
Running onerously on the field; bolstering the spirit of his team; is a true cricketer.
He who recites his dialogues without actually mugging them; speaking with tremendous empathy in his eyes,
Blended with loads of charisma in his demeanor; an ingratiating ability to captivate audiences; is a true actor.
He who innovates a plethora of incredible formulae; without referring to the rules
and bulky manuscripts,
Adhering to ingenuous concepts nurtured in his brain; is a true scientist.
He who can sketch mesmerizing shades of nature; synchronized patterns of human beings,
Without actually getting a chance to confront them; with a mediocre looking pencil;
is a true artist.
He who can detect the problem in an automobile; by simply listening to the whirring of its engine,
Without peeping into its interior crevices; testing its spark; is a true mechanic.
He who can predict our future meticulously without knowing our date of birth; the
exact time we were born,
By simply glancing at our face; without reading the lines embossed in our palms; is a true astrologer.
And he who can understand pain and overwhelming affliction; intense anguish of the bereaved,
The tyranny of being mutilated; sleepless nights of the destitute without consuming adequate food; helping such people achieve their goals; is a true human GOD.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 03, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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