Oh God! Said God, this is going to be a task!
I’ll have to outdo what I’ve done in the past.
He rolled up his sleeves and thought for hours,
Voilà! He cried, I’ve figured it at last!
Body I’ll make from specks of sun,
And a hint of gold with nectar spun.
For the eyes I’ll pluck some newborn stars,
Mix with diamonds and chocolate bars.
To match those twinkling set of eyes,
I’ll chisel a face from a fine moon slice.
For the heart I’ll pick the choicest flowers,
Stir in dew drops sweet and sour.
Now you might ask what He chose for a soul.
He took some tears, His very own.
And up you sprang with joyful glee
Said God, I’ve outdone myself, indeed!
Swasit Mahapatro, The Making
By The Love Of Her Life (I Hope) – Tanya