God Gifts All Poem by Atul Rajesh Sharma

My Lord has made me think beyond all ends!
The journey is precise, yet I'm adrift,
Since all my greater happiness depends
On His immortal tune, not on life's gift,
And still He promises to give me more
If I accordingly do men adore.

The lamp glows brightly in my restful room,
While roaming in the arbors of my thought,
I try to find a missing, naughty bloom
That all the time eludes and has been sought
By men in ages old, by great and small,
And yet again its vivid scent does call.

The far hills whisper in their dreams that they
Have felt the scent recently. 'Come and see, '
They call with gleaming smiles, 'you will not fray.
Come, search on every modest bough and tree
That curls around our bounty from the earth.
Come, we shall free you of your trifling dearth.'

I am still thinking of the rueful ways
Which humans should pursue to understand
The meaning of their lives, while, as He says,
You can just sit in prayer and demand:
He is ready to give all hue and scent
Unto your heart to fill your thoughtless dent.