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O God, where are you
Not a friend though
I need to see you
To ask questions a few
Where are you, where are you!
Time and again had a hunch
You were near taking care
Not to be seen yet hover
To lure me in for ever
But I was no less clever.
I saw you in my parents
In joy, sorrow, and despair
I saw you in my teacher
When his tender hands slapped
Then ran his finger through my hair
I saw you in the dead bodies
Giving us lessons, wisdom too
Saw you in countless smiles
Without a clue, who is who
I saw you for sure if it were you.
I could see you in high places
Wearing white, guileful minds
Engaged in senseless fights
Fooling the lesser beings
By their arguments slight.
I know you are omnipresent
But answer my question decent
How could you be so imprudent
Loading distress upon the oppressed
And no end to the harassment. ❖
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