On a stroll, with kids in a winter evening
The sky got crowded with dark clouds
Drizzling started, the wind whistled loud,
Shreya enjoyed its sound and speed.
Seeing her hairs and frock frills rocking
‘How, this?, she asked.
‘The wind God’s hands,’ I replied.
‘God’s hands, where?,’ she asked
I smiled and she smiled!
Fearing the biting cold, a small plant
Hiding in a corner of our shrine
Was shifted this morning to outside shine
And its instant smile was bewitching.
‘You, away from God, but smile?’
I asked the little plant.
‘I may be away from God
But not God , from me’
‘God, where?’, I asked, ‘look up there’,
She said,’in the sky!’
‘Then, who’s inside?’, my next question.
‘God has sides?’, an innocent query.
I smiled and she smiled.