Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
My Son’s Vision - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
“Why are you gazing at the sky,
While on the cot, my son you lie? ”
“I am seeing God in the sky;
Father I do not tell a lie.”
“How do you find God, O my son? ”
“A very great and Supreme One!
In pantaloons, shirt and apron,
Like Him I don’t see anyone.”
I could not help laughing at this;
My innocent son I did kiss.
He was, as I think, not amiss
To disclose his vision like this.
What he said was foolishly wise;
God is ever hid from the eyes
Of man, though to see Him he tries;
He looks varied to varied eyes.
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