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There was a little boy
His name was Godot
He was searching for God
Since the moment he was born
He was lying in a crib
Woven from branches
Of dry hand-picked weeds
Staring in to his mother’s eyes
Listening to soft lullaby
Her eyes were as blue as sky
That was shining behind 
Her head bent over the crib
And he thought
God must be in these eyes
And he stared hypnotized
At them till he fell asleep

He was running a meadow
Filled with field flowers
Blooming in magnificent 
Bright colors all over
The floral carpet covered
Ground till the horizon
He inhaled the heavenly scent 
Deep in to his lungs
He thought mesmerized 
God must be in those fields
He fell down on the ground
And smell the drunken scent 
Spread wide around
Till he slipped in a deep 
Overpowering sleep

He was playing with boys
Hide and seek one day 
He was running to hide
in the woods far away
Breathless barefooted 
As fast as he could
Till he noticed he was lost
In the dense woods
Scared and tired he sat 
Under a blooming tree
And heard little birds
Chirping above his head
He got up and saw a nest
Filled with little chicks
Staring at him with dark eyes
As dark as midnight sky
With their yellow mouths
Open wide waiting for him
To fill them with pray
And he thought that God
Must be in that little nest

A few years went by
And one sunny day
He saw a girl in a white dress
Climbing a steep hill
Where he was staring at sky
He never seen anything 
So beautiful and unreal
His mind went blank
Overwhelmed by a pull
He fell down on the ground
Rolling towards the foothill
He fell deeply in love
With that ethereal girl
Who had green eyes
As deep as midnight sky
On the fool moon
Myriad of shiny stars
Flew over his head
He thought God must be
In those magnetic eyes 
Burning with passion
He was overpowered
With lust and possession

Then he had to go to war
Where things that he saw 
Were too terrible 
To comprehend
Rivers of blood floating
Towards horizon 
Bodies rotting in sun rising
The day going dark 
Because of the 
Clouds of smoke 
Of burning alive
And the smell of death
Covering the earth
The moans of dying
And begging for help
And he thought 
God must have
Abandoned the earth

He mourned for the rest
Of his life in distress
Never opened his mouth
Never said a word
He was mourning for God
That abandoned this earth
Till the day that he died

And when he died
He felt empty and sad
He did not find God
No matter how hard he tried
In all places he could think of
So Intensely and so deep
He was lying there still and cold 
For eternity to come and go
Emotionless and indifferent
Not looking for God anymore


And then one day 
When eternity passed by
He saw a face in front of him
Gazing with deep 
Like Baikal lake eyes
With faint disappearing smile
He stared in those eyes
Till he started to drawn
In the depth of the sky
That was reflected in those eyes
And his heart that was frozen
For all those years
Started beating slowly again


Godot was looking for God
In all the wrong places
And couldn't find him
While he was in his heart
But Godot did not know that
He had God living inside 
Him all the time 
But it took an eternity
For him to understand
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