My humble thought may seem so odd,
With no prejudice, I say I'm god;
No tall claims, my words are plain,
Neither I kid, nor am I Insane.
Newer things, some novel ways,
Lesser work, it's all my job lays;
Creation is the key for change,
keying well with the job I engage!
Like blushing rose blooms from bud,
Logic flows from brain with 'thud';
Morphing them as lines of code,
Then turn them on a working mode.
Einstein could only tell,
mass and energy could do many spell;
Every single word of mine,
Makes a code and works on its own;
With 'void' and 'null' I can play,
All the rest will fall as just prey;
When energy needs a source as mass,
My 'void', even, can turn as a base;
Unlike well-known world of us,
where un-fits too are set to fuss;
All my children are put on test,
to stress and perform at their best;
'Objects' are my brain child troops,
How they call that? I forget, OOPs!;
Create, use, inherit and kill,
All their life is all MY will;
If birth, life and death are acts of God,
What is wrong when I say I'm god?
In ever-widening cyber world of mine,
my first words would be 'let there be line'.