God
Who is there
to declare
present I am
except you my God.
Who is there
to help me see
to help me hear
to help me think.
And I am forgetting
everything.
You are there to
search me out.
And I am preparing
for dawn
keeping aside the sun.
What to say
who am I
here I am
with the dust
of this clay
that is melting
in the sky.
You God a scapegoat
watching my dance.
And you are here
to feel tomorrow morning.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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