could you be

·        could  you  be

Could  you  be  the  soft wipes

On my face when cumin seeds

erupt  like  hot pellets  from  the

frying pan, when  the right hand

is  with  the  ladle, the left  helplessly

drawing closer to  the  eyes ?

could  you be my  strength to

hold on straight to  the  rills

on the  moving bus if positioned

to stand on the foot-board  

while  jostled on all sides,

hanging, hanging  for   Life?

Could  you be  my balanced

force  to swim   against  the 

odd  currents  in the  much

troubled  waters  wondering

the  mystery of  ocean, universe

and  watery  force ?

Above  all, Yours  must be

The unforsaking   Hand

 ready  to redress  my call

of  urgency  and  dire necessity

for  my unquestioning  will 

and  spirit  and  prostrating  ever  to You.

o