He is No Where.
Hear my cry and give me peace
I m in the dark and dirty hell
Though my hands are showering flowers
On His feet
I m weeping out of pains from out
Every one comes to pinch in my heart
to enjoy them selves in my pains and cry
Though they are in my shadow
They are digging a pit behind me to push
I m praying all along the day
Result is zero
My doubt is there whether He is?
I f He is, H e has to come
Till this second He has n’t come
I am sure, So He is nowhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you doubt or abuse, still your thought is on Him. That too He takes as a prayer. You have once again made an invocation to Him thro this nice poem. Good write.