O God, Where Would Be My Resting Place..? Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

i could see billions upon billions of stars
scattered thick on the deeps of high heavens
puzzling thoughts and even imagination-
creation's might stuns me speechless;
i stand far far far below as a worthless speck
wondering who the god might be
that created mammoth spheres of flaming lights
condescending to build my fickle frame
with intricate knots and bends and rivers of blood
and keeping a trillion mysteries inside me-
o god, where would be my place of rest after death
amongst the infinite stars in remotest space?