So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
The key to life lies within.
Not all visitors does it inside permit.
Though holy, labelled the original sin.
What happens next - again unseen.
The growth is mad. Old clothes can't be worn.
Welcomed by people happy and keen,
Nine months later, a new life is born.
So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
From it, journeys of death begin.
Rarely people survive after being hit.
Millions lose, only a thousand win.
It cares not if it's an old man or teen.
Spreads gloom in hearts, and hides the dawn.
No matter how strong one has been,
When the time arrives, what's gone is gone.
The invisible becomes visible.
The visible becomes invisible.
These mysteries mind can comprehend not.
The invincible becomes vincible.
The vincible becomes invincible.
For, the Universe itself grew from a tiny dot.
Marvels I see,
of miracles I hear.
The heart feels glee
as well as fear.
I ask you queries.
You negatively nod.
And it really worries (me)
when you say, "There's no God".
