God, What Is It? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

God, what is it in their tears, which but I know it not,
What the miseries and agonies of them
And if I cannot be of any use to them,
What is it that I shall accomplish it?

Instead of my limitations and shortcomings,
Weaknesses and fascinations,
I want to do my job
Before I go away

As mine is a short span
And I have many a work to do,
Many a thing to accomplish
And get it finished.

God, if I can be of any use to anyone,
I shall feel myself blessed
If I can any good to any man
As the things are Yours, not mine.

The history of the world
And the life of man on this earth,
Beyond my comprehension,
The comprehension of my mind.

Whatever I have, I owe that to You
As You Yourself the Origin of that,
You Yourself the keeper, upholder of that
Value or ideal.

If the situation be, You give me the chances
To serve, serve them,
My God, I do not know the Mystery of Power,
Only one thing that I can feel is Your existence

And nothing more, nothing more is known to me,
My God,
Whatever be You, Your Glory,
Your Providence Unknown.