God Is From Chaos To Cosmos.
Yes, yes sir,
I have no bar,
To tell you the mystery,
The great creator,
Who seems to stand afar,
Enjoys Himself in His own story.
The epic is His creation,
Field to field He unifies,
Stations stored, -
Elements are hoarded,
In table strung,
One form chaos,
For journey to cosmos,
From vast unconscious sprang.
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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