That Divine Response

This loggish, hoggish life isn’t

What I waited for,

So fervently,

However small it lasts!

The million prayers

I whispered in Your ears,

In Your sanctum sanctum,

I hoped, would help me

Trace the purpose

You begot me here.

Your harrowing silence,

Despite my noetic turmoil

Earned for my uncompromising,

Humanist stance that Your attorneys –

Krishna, Christ, Buddha and so – prescribe,

Thwarts my bountiful hopes

To humanize a few

Before You handpick me for

Your final embrace.

Send me, O God,

A divine response

Some mystic way

To infuse in me

The olden zeal

To live by singing and

Making others sing

Songs of praise for You.