In Praising You Lord Poem by Kishore Asthana

In Praising You Lord



In praising you, Lord,
I paint you with words,
Golden and glorious,
The best I have,
Many wordstrokes later
I look back
At the letters and commas,
Exclamation marks and their kin
And realize
Till the full stop, all the ink
Was a waste
A conceit of my mind
I see you only
Where the canvas is blank

In praising you Lord,
I sing solemn songs
Full of devotion
Piety unparalleled
Listening, I find
You are only
In the silences between words
And in the calm
When the singer rests

And yet, Lord
I keep glorifying you in words
And singing your praises
On and on

I know not who I am
And behave as if
You know not who you are

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