Did we find Him?

In the rubbles of destroyed lives,

Dried up tears in the little ones’ eyes,

When those legs ran towards thorny fences,

In the welcoming open arms, but mostly undecided faces,

In the guarded oval offices of self proclaimed peace keepers, 

Through the apathy of bystanders and the rage of avengers. 

Did we find Him?

Within the walls of the sacred structures,

In the colour of hoisted banners and tall sculptures,

Through the sermons of so called His believers, 

The code keepers and makers, 

In the act of those symbol protectors, 

Did we find Him?

Are we even looking for Him or is that just a pretence? 

An elaborate fable built for our own power games. 

Did we find anything when we searched within?

Through the arrogance of our cosmic criticality, 

If not Him, did we at least find our misplaced identity? 

Oh, HE may have found us but, may be just a glimpse of us.

In those extended hands to save drawing civilisation.

In the yellow bus carrying children to save future nation.

In those healing hands working at remote abodes.

Through the tall light houses built to guide ships home.

Our soul was humming cautiously in those songs of harmony. 

He may have found pieces of us, in the socks of hope hung by the chimney. 

Do you think may be, HE is  also searching for us?

Do you also wonder, how has been His journey?