Treasure Island

Anubhav gupta

(aug.08,1995 / kanpur)

God


Who are you, and where are you?
I don't know,
please give me a clue.
I am confused at times,
is there someone of your kind?

Sometimes you just make me feel,
you saying to me-
'Hello son I am always there
just go through your heart,
and feel me in your soul
I am present in your every mole.'

And other times it becomes a question-
'if you really have ever existed? '
Yeah its a really deep question,
I have been searching,
but couldn't get an answer yet?

i am tired of searching,
how to define your virtue.
come help me through
if you really are true.

Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 18, 2014

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