You really mean it, do you?
When you say that you exist there?
When you say you are everywhere?
When I am crestfallen,
Is it you?
Who comes to rekindle,
The put out fieryness?
When I am in agony,
Is it your hand?
That wipes the tears,
Which moisten my eyes?
When I am bereft and alone,
Is it your shadow?
That follows my steps,
As I walk the untrodden path?
And if it is so,
Then why don't I think,
That it is you,
Who is me too?
When you say that you exist there?
When you say you are everywhere?
When I am crestfallen,
Is it you?
Who comes to rekindle,
The put out fieryness?
When I am in agony,
Is it your hand?
That wipes the tears,
Which moisten my eyes?
When I am bereft and alone,
Is it your shadow?
That follows my steps,
As I walk the untrodden path?
And if it is so,
Then why don't I think,
That it is you,
Who is me too?
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