The poetry of God

When I see you,
I see some words,
Beautifully carved,
Floating in the air.
Like the poetry of God,
Which the world wants to hear,
Like a very old song,
Still melodious and refreshing.

I see and I try,
To touch it with my fingers,
To feel you,
To sing you.
But Ah!
My hands are shrinking,
Suddenly I am going deaf,
or, it has stopped blowing suddenly?

                                            Kundan Vidyarthy