The Creator.

Poetry :

When the Creator makes a selfie.

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Even when,

The image has been carved out and delivered,

The Creator keeps the chisel busy.

Keeps hitting on through the hammer,

Applies a few strokes of the color, 

Of the brush, here and there, 

A few additions and alterations,

And as and when His job is done,

He hands over the same, 

To all those other people,

The care-takers, 

That promptly take up the same, 

To the funeral ground.

And the image resumes, 

Its onward journey,

In the Unknown,

Where the Creator welcomes it,

Still the operation is repeated, 

No one knows how many times.

Finally the Creator embraces the same,

Puts a kiss on the image,

As a mark that signifies,

His job is done,

That there is no more, 

A point of return.

And the prayers of the people are answered :

R. I. P. 

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