man says: <br />'where are you God? ' <br /> <br />you surely are a fevered <br />mind's invention, <br />you were invented <br />to give <br />the chance <br />a name and a cause, <br />to attribute <br />the unexplainable <br />to a convenient <br />you, <br />you are <br />for some a sleeping pill, <br />and <br />for others <br />a bone of feud. <br />for few <br />still others <br />to write volumes <br />on your origin <br />and <br />keep the game <br />of guessing and naming <br />rolling. <br /> <br />'where are you god? ' <br /> <br />we have scoured <br />the sky, <br />if at all <br />a Heaven is there <br />and <br />you are seated there, <br />then <br />Sunita must have seen you.' <br /> <br />where are you then? <br /> <br />' i am within you, my boy, <br />seated within you, <br />you call me Conscience. <br /> <br />i am neither to be seen <br />nor to be searched after, <br /> <br />i am just to be heard, <br />i am just to be heard.'<br /><br />samyak jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dialogue-8/
