Soul To God

God bestowed me life, Earth nourished me like mother But still I am alone in this somber world, In search of constant friend. Today I have grown up! But still my mind is fickle, My conscience is tickling my heart, And hammering my brain. Whom to trust ! Whom to trust ! In this prejudice world. I always desire from cradle to grave to follow you and get you, as a boon companion. And my hopes are strong waiting for my itch to see you. Can l reach to you! Can I reach to you! :- Nayan Chetankumar Shrimal