Sitting in my room from the window
I watch the world move
This way and that way
And the other ways too,
Who makes this happen? I ask.
It is God. You fool!
I heard someone yell at me.
I do not see God directing people,
How does He look like, I asked.
Nowhere have I seen Him.
I cannot of my own see me,
Then how could I see God?
His or my reflection is not the truth.
If I want, I can see Him,
In all things animate or inanimate,
Would I not be acting selfishly?
Why is He not visible to all at all times?
I do not know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a tough question. I feel God lives within us. Even the devil too...ehom do we give space thst reflect in ourselves.