A Talk With God Poem by Rajita Kurup

In a cool winter morning like this one,
Am writing my deepest of thoughts
Every feeling of mine, asking me to rise
Rise about the odds and thoughts
In a cool winter morning like this one,
Am singing my sweetest of songs
Song from my soul, rhythmic and tuned
Rhythms of desires; tunes of aspirations
In a cool winter morning like this one
Am trekking my hardest of treks
A road uphill, straight and smooth
Never ending, taking me beyond the past
In a cool winter morning like this one
Am searching my love for life
The one that's lost, it still stirs my soul
A soul unsatisfied; yet satisfied
In a cool winter morning like this one
Am talking to my mentor, my Lord
Asked, why am I alone though thou are with me
Answered he, your soul is wandering, be near me, trust me and rise
Rise to the heights holding my rope O! Dear
I gave you sorrows; I am the maker of joys
You are with me always, I am your guard
Worry thus not; just hold my rope
In a cool winter morning like this one,
Am searching for me, my best of friends
I, of that time, might have lost; still I am my best of host