man says:
'where are you God? '
you surely are a fevered
mind's invention,
you were invented
to give
the chance
a name and a cause,
to attribute
the unexplainable
to a convenient
you,
you are
for some a sleeping pill,
and
for others
a bone of feud.
for few
still others
to write volumes
on your origin
and
keep the game
of guessing and naming
rolling.
'where are you god? '
we have scoured
the sky,
if at all
a Heaven is there
and
you are seated there,
then
Sunita must have seen you.'
where are you then?
' i am within you, my boy,
seated within you,
you call me Conscience.
i am neither to be seen
nor to be searched after,
i am just to be heard,
i am just to be heard.'
samyak jain
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