God is with faith, a word spoken in memory of HIs creation
What if He is a painter, more given to vicissitudes than men
more given to visuals than the words
Painting the raindrops falling from heaven on to the violin
The warm waiting in the verandah of the lovesome procession
returning on its feet as if a half awaken woman pruning the
roses of fate, this is the V-day of world cup falling into its place
Some elegy being played on the mortuary where the hopeless sun
gives hopeful rays!
And God’s dominion is with the strange ways stars shine on the earthly ways!