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I look at the souls that are seeking peace,

I know not why God prefers to be silent,

I watch the nightbird, how it shrieks with a shrill,

Perhaps this is a reply of the Divine Will.

I look at a little girl who says she is hungry,

She comes and begs for an Iftaari,

Oh my Great Lord, I thank You for the favour,

It is through me that You do what You will.

I wonder why somebody has lost a father,

The pain of losing him is visibly greater,

On the contours and features of the smiling face,

How artfully is pain hidden beneath disguised grace!

Is it right for me to wander off like Siddharth,

To seek real peace in caves by running away,

Or is it better to stay on in this hearth,

And do everything that through me He fulfils.

The hours are passing by, so tells the clock,

Why should I care or wander off with the flock,

Let my Good Lord do what He deems best,

Let me forget I exist and take some rest.