THE BIRTH OF THE UNCREATED

See for a moment that the sky is dotted in wonderful stars .
The farther we get from the stars the more their beauty.
A leap closer and the stars unravels a friend.
A friend sent to get the beginning buried in the end.
He is what he is.
He has been born he needs no rebirth.
Just inside the eyes his works lies.
Through him the blind sees.
Sees enough to look away from the love of murder and his kiss.
Through him the lame walks.
Walks away from Mr shut-up-and-believe-what-you- read,please.
He boils water but never for now claim to cure cancer.
He teaches healthy lifestyle but never claimed to raise the dead.
How high has he made us fly.
how deep down has me made us go ?
He has no enemy .
He is no play entity.
He never needed my worship.
He never needed to listen to my gossip.
He has no ear but he speaks.
He has no mouth but he gives meal.

Many have made him friend.
And some friends have made him.
He is humble to say he knows not all.
He votes in change and one waits for no goodluck.

His friends are asked if they trust him.
Not completely but who can they trust better than a sincere friend?
A friend soaked in his humility for years .
Oh!, all of friends come see friend of all.
The uncreated is born what shall the created do?