A Question’s Lines
In my imagination:
I see You as a poem,
Stirring the pages of my thoughts.
My favourite words of praise
Return for You,
In all my songs.
When I hear,
The patter of rain,
I find You moving in its dance.
In moments of harmony and despair,
I see Your face,
In my fervent prayers.
By a sudden breeze,
Often I have felt:
You have entered my soul.
In a crowd of human voices,
Greeting, debating: I sight You
Across their live ways.
Lesser in doubt,
More in ardent faith,
All the same…
All the same:
Let me ask You, God!
Are You there?
07th March 2010
Geeta Chhabra