God Bursts Everywhere
I wonder what is it , that shows its presence , all the time , in all the acts and in all the thoughts.
I get up to see the sun , feel the breeze and hear the chirps , that make me happy.
I wonder who is it who make me think , speak , hear , feel , smell , see , hate-like and smile or cry.
I meet people to ask who is it interfering in everything to make things happen.
I wonder how do intuitions work, how one looses memory and regains , sometimes without efforts.
I ask again and again the secrets of intelligence and foolishness of course.
I wonder who is there above the clouds and under oceans , who secretly knows everything.
Seeds sprout , flowers bloom , livings die or take birth , oceans sustain water and even in "Kaliyug" goodness exists.
I’m not sure whether it is some science, logic , superstition or the Divine, who all the time bursts everywhere.
Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2014
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