Fruitless Search Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Searching in all ten directions
Which include up as well as down
Fruitless was our pursuit indeed
Not able to find You anywhere.

Not knowing how You look like
We think You're in umpteen forms
We create Your idol in many ways
And adore You to accept our prayers.

Maybe You're beyond our imagination
Maybe You're formless devine power
Maybe You're thus spread all over
And remain as part of every object.

We've realized with experience gained
That You're in every feeling of ours
In the fragrance of new blooming flowers
In the sound of blowing gentle breeze.