Of all the voices in the head, His is most dear, In the quiet-chaotic moments, It rings clear, His voice, Through the mindless wandering, His presence is felt, Deep within, Strange how one misses God, Every now and then...
@Leo, they say God created man and then His creation became too demanding. God tired of fulfilling all man's greed n wishes wanted to run away hide. Whereever He went Man found him,even chased him to the Moon. God did some thinking and decided to hide in man's heart, the only place a man never goes. Morale of the story...He's pretty close by :)
@SISpl...yes, you do, thats why you write don't you :)
5 comments:
Amazingly nice...
Ah, but do we miss Him? Isn't it just that He's always there we need Him and if we don't find Him, He's with others who're in need of His presence? :)
Nice poem...
and Do we???? once again a beautiful poem from your pen..
Someone is Special
@Hemant, thank you.
@Saru, thank you for stopping by!
@Leo, they say God created man and then His creation became too demanding. God tired of fulfilling all man's greed n wishes wanted to run away hide. Whereever He went Man found him,even chased him to the Moon. God did some thinking and decided to hide in man's heart, the only place a man never goes. Morale of the story...He's pretty close by :)
@SISpl...yes, you do, thats why you write don't you :)
Loved the lines. Nicely expressed. :)
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