The boy sheepishly looked at his mother and then in his pocket. The pocket that was now bulging out, had a small plastic container filled with soap water. He touched his pocket, and earnestly looked at his mother and patted his pocket. His mother in turn glared and shook her head sideways. His face saddened and he came close to his mother and held her arms.
Holding a piece of paper and a pen, I started to scribble, and the mother told her son, "Shh! Don't disturb, see she is writing.."
God? if there is one like you,
In the moments of silence and in the joyless pain,
I come close to you time and again.
Yet as I wait for you patiently as I can,
Lurking through the darkest nights,
I stand tired and tanned.
Then, there is just a simple wish or call it a constant prayer,
That come what may I never end the search I have began.
Let me find you in simple things, and not in the comforts I please.
In the eyes of an innocent or curious minds indeed!
Even when I am showered with happiness and riches,
Help me see you behind the doors of the poor and pained.
Give me the strength to find you in spite of experience and age,
Even when I am the oldest of old, remind me I am no wiser
Than the child born today.
Yet in the end of the day when you find me hopeless in vain,
And decide its time now to remove your veil,
I pray to you oh! so sincerely,
That don't consider me weak.
For in your arms I shall merely die,
Otherwise I live!
