The hind head fallen over the back, 

The pleading eyes, stared. 

The outstretched angular arms, 

 Called to the wide, hide sky. 

Before the towering almighty. 

For years, every hour each day. 

The lips recited praise-filled hymns, 

Begging and trading, filled the prayers. 

But the deity stood still and unmoved. 

Now the hopes began to shatter. 

As the beliefs began to shudder. 

Came a sermonic voice from outside. 

“Gods listens to all. It’s just a matter of time.” 

Hopeful, she resumed counting the rosary beads, 

Reciting God’s name time and again. 

Unheard yet. Came again an advice. 

“May be this isn’t enough? Circle around him on knees, 

Not on foot but on the knees!” 

The penance, yet ineffective. 

The God stood deft and unmoved. 

The grey strands now fall over the tired eyes, 

The unheard prayers have flipped the pages of time. 

Hopeless, broken, slumped in doubt. 

Now came a voice from inside. 

“Is your path to seeking him, right?” 

Awakened! 

She yet again, stared at the wide, high sky. 

Not to trade, praise or beg. 

But to announce, 

“She shall seek the God inside.”