'Lord...
just give me a road such...
dark blue asphalt...
cool
and vacant...
de-peopled...
just like You...
uninhabited...
blue...
and a wayfarer kind
of a motorcycle...
just
to ride through
this small
life...
and i want no more
i want no more...'
he muttered
a prayer
one very early monsoony morn
post late night drizzle
incessant...
standing...
pausing...
getting in
to the feel
of a ride
down the road...
as the city slept...
and
he thought
at that moment
Him he found
like a shadow appearing
with all His profundity
And
His Undecipherable generosity
And
His widest kind of Love
And
His solid state Faith...
right there
where he paused
and prayed...
like a Figure...
white garment worn
as if a form of Cloud
so soft...
so kind...
He arose...
as if He just appeared with His ethereal smile...
and he stood there...
paused...
dazed...
amazed...
and he prayed...
more...
on the blue dark asphalt road...
And
he felt
he got
what he sought...
profondeur de la foi...
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