His head bowed in utter resignation,
Christ hung crucified at the alter,
Thence I stood before him,
But for some peace,
Instead the deafening silence mocked me,
You want peace??
Go! Go, for tears are your destiny,
Tears your fate.
And my unsteady footsteps led me
To the threshold of a single word,
My heart screamed silently,
I know not how to imagine you,
But you have the power to wield the world.
Resurrect my life, Lord!
An eerie silence greeted my plea,
It went unheeded…
I traced my dragging feet to yet another haven,
Sat Lord Krishna,
Ensconced in his throne,
Blue was his hue,
With a thousand jewels He shone.
I prayed, I cried, I worshipped,
But my lamentations went unheard,
With the ruins of my world around my feet,
I am content,
For nothing remains to be destroyed.
And as for God..
Talk not of him.
WHAT IS HE?
WHERE IS HE?
WHO IS HE?
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