He...and he..the boy...one afternoon...

'cheer up boy!'
he heard a voice...
He arrived...
timely as He...
always...
never late...
never early...
just timely...

'yes...'
he stood up...
afterall He came
to his tiny house...
where to put Him up?
the ground floor is occupied...
first floor?
air conditioned comforts?
nah...

what about the terrace?
the open...
the vast...
For He the Vast
can't stay in coops...
even conditioned proper to soothe...

'why worry?
about Me?'
He asked...
His gentle soft eyes...
O they were so calm...
so bright...
luminous...

then He placed His palm
on his heart...
a bit aching...
not much...

he closed his blind eyes...
his closed eyes got opened...

and...
the breeze came kissing...

he was dying...
a death...
a death again...

and...

he thought...
dying and living too...
'what was actually low?
what happened?
i have not done any wrong...
and if kindness is wrong...
then ...
then...
the whole world is wrong...'
he thought...
and saw Him...
bringing showers from the sea...
faraway seas...

he saw flowers blooming...
he heard Phil Collins singing...

a song...
a girl...
with blisters on feet...
and a man
walking on the street
stopping...
drooping...

'are you hurt?'
he heard the man asking the girl...
he saw tears dropping
from the man's eyes...
and the girl ...
who was suffering...
smiling...

he saw the man...
and the girl...
and God
smiling...
kind...
the supreme kind...

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