A hand reached for my face
from within the crowd
The soft little fingers
Ran slowly along my rough skin.
The tender touch
The disarming smile
Seemed to settle for mine
Among the bustle of faces -
Made me wonder
Is this how
It feels when God's around?
She seemed to like the smile,
The joy in mine,
My hand on hers, the tiny fingers
As my fingers rolled on her face,
Among the bustle of people
That jostled, rubbed and nudged,
With hope and a smile
Few suppressed, and
Few unsure, still.
My little muse
Was not wary of the chaos,
Her tiny grip pulled out my glasses
And it sparked a beam of smile on me
To match naughty smile on hers.
The innocence, playful hands
Made me wonder
Is this how
It feel when God's around?
I walked along a few steps
Still smiling,
Still lost in thoughts
When I turned around
And sought my little God
Among the bustle of faces,
She still had her eyes trained on me,
Wearing the innocent smile,
And the little eyelids batted a wink
You could see the soft fingers
That longed to play with mine,
The more I thought of her,
The more I wonder
Is this how
It feels when God's around?
© Sashikant Mohanty
