I had cried hard someday,
“Where are you,
Call me back!”
The promise of “I am Near”
There was no voice reciprocating
no condolence, no light
I knew no better
The promise of “I am Near”
Shattered, in pieces
I yearned for light
I called, “When?”
The promise of “I am Near”
All the forms of care I knew
communication, touch
the yearning of His caress
The promise of “I am Near”
I had thought of fatherly strokes,
His hands on my head
Ah! my innocence, expectations
The promise of “I am Near”
And days later, I looked beyond
tears that had blurred vision
Ways He had reached out
The promise of “I am Near”
That sudden song I never heard before
That poem titled “Sawaal”
That recurrent dream, giving solace
The promise of “I am Near”
A sudden thought of hope,
A distant ray of light
The hand that said, “I am”
The promise of “I am Near”
No, the ways weren’t what I thought
He didn’t stand in front, embracing
physically He was never there
The promise of “I am Near”
And yet, all I could see was Him
in every breath, His presence
Managing my affairs through someone
The promise of “I am Near”