Never knew what,
Who is god;
Before the painful,
Tormenting days and nights;
Always sought the proof,
Does God really exist?
Lost all hopes of remedy to pain,
Distressed sad
Took its toll on health and wealth;
Then someone appeared
As recourse;
Solaced by embracing touch;
Enlightened the ritual routes;
'Explore thou self,
Wherever, seek in Temple,
Mosque or empty space;
Thou reach in different world,
The rite helps finding self,
Meet the spirit of own;
Strengthens mind;
Vigorous self foils,
Conspiring plan,
Of pain to captivate in its net';
When lose all hopes,
There still a hope that thou lost;
Somewhere in charivari
Of agonising pain;
The mysterious phenomenal rite,
Gives thou a hope;
Cant see but feel its soothe,
Is God;
© Sadashivan Nair
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