confused but determined to clear my doubts
'are you there? ' i shouted at the top of my voice
'yes my child' came a sound calm and loud
he had to answer me further...today, he had no choice
'prove it! tell me your whereabouts'
'but you can find me everywhere, just...look around'
'i want proof, prove your existence'
'well, to answer your queries is my duty,
and it seems today is my only chance.
i am the creator of the universe you survive in,
you are the result of my powers,
the stars, the moon, the mountains are all mine,
i punish the guilty, i change the day into night, i bring rain showers.
now, my child, don't doubt my existence anymore
and let me make you remind
i am not speaking from anywhere else
i am the voice of your heart and mind'
A question I have asked many times. A statement of proof I have asked for ever more. But he is omnipresent and worthy of the time you take to call to him. I pray he shows you his existence more everyday. Wonderful praise to the Man Upstairs. Bravo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks aswath raman for your kind words... and little king of sorrows i definitely agree with every word of yours