The love in God’s eyes.

Where am I?

An innocent voice echoes in my ear

Who am I?

An innocent self screams a silent tear

The I who questions, seated still in the place called here and now!

I can’t take anymore!

An innocent voice looking for a kind ear

I am so tired!

An innocent self cries to his mother dear

The I who is tired, runs a disturbed sleep, beyond the here and now!

It’s a viscous cycle, playing a game called life,
gambling with each moment’s grace

It’s a hamster on a wheel, running around a gift called man kind, seeking more seeing the love in God’s eyes.

– Nim –

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