They say,
God lives in heaven.
Then why do I see him
In the good things people do.
Then why do I see his being,
In the acts of people for others.
Then why do I feel like him,
When I become invincible
And the ache just seems another block,
I can cross.
When I can see good in others,
When I have been duped and deceived.
I see him in you,
I see him in me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...