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I see Him when
Not when my soul stays from me far apart,
Nor see with eyes, but with what dormant lies,
I see God in souls struggling to rise,
When my soul’s mute, a mere witness in heart,
Forlorn and lost as lone tree in desert,
In mother's selfless love I sure see him,
In dreams she dreams that few care to redeem,
Seen clear if mind's mirror’s made clean of dirt,
I oft see God in man's selfless judgment,
In a poor man's precious last piece of bread
That he feeds a hungry dog, heart with head,
In every life from ants to elephant,
See Him on plants, in thorns much as in rose,
In friends, feel-hearts much as aliens and foes.
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Sonnet |12.05.2015| God, spiritual
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Aniruddha Pathak
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