Baskadia

What kind of humility is this!

What kind of King is this?

What kind of creator is this?

Who became baby in the hand of His creature.

What can we call this?

I thought of this,

How can the creator become a baby,

My mind couldn't comprehend this.

Not to rule as king,

But to be taken care of by His handiwork.

I took a deep breath to see what this could be called,

It took my night rest away from me,

Still I couldn't comprehend the mystery.

He became a baby,

Grew like every of His creature,

He did not overruled the law of growth.

To humanity,

we called it wonderful,

Many give this act names to their own understanding,

Yet, none could fit into this.

He called it LOVE,

I thought of what kind of love is this!

That creator became baby in the hand of His creature?

I said within myself,

Even if this will happen,

It will definitely take place in the house of a great king,

But He made me to understand

That my calculation was wrong

By coming through the hand of a young virgin called Mary,

From a local arena.

What a humble creator,

Who love compressed to baby,

Just to show how great His love is.

He always give examples by act not only in words,

He humbled Himself to do unusual thing,

Just To make sure He passed the knowledge of His love to humanity,

What a loving creator,

Who fathered the whole world at a time.