What is it that keeps me going,
Breaks my lips into a smile every time
I look at a new face?
Is it true that I'm borrowing,
The very strength I am trying to find,
In the haze of this crowd to feel your grace?
How much further should I be flying,
To overcome the beds of clouds that lay,
Ahead and below, around and afar
Before I can ever discover your trace?
Why'd I tangle in the delusion that I'm
the master of my own making,
For who am I compared to you-
The artist who paints the canvas only he can erase?
Is it true that you are heard
In the silence of a fallen night?
Is it true you, are seen in the moon's silvery glaze?
Is it true that your fire gleams
On those you put your sight?
Is it true, all pain disappears from your wholesome embrace?
Is it true, the song that every life sings,
Is but a proof of your existence's rephrase?
~ Kripa Sarkar
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