Is That You, My Lord?

By Debmitra Das

While I was lying on my bed so still,

The world was quiet; the night was chill.

I heard an invisible voice so soft and slow,

From where it came, I don’t know.

Is that you, my Lord? I dared to say,

Have I gone wrong or worked hard each day?

In silence did I commit a mistake or miss a sign?

Or did I shine, and you came to bless me with divine powers?

Did you come with love to praise me for my dedication?

Or to scold me for my blunders through a brief conversation.

I fail to know; my heart just beats so quick and fast,

Caught on the weight, what's next is about to last.

If it was you, my Lord, don’t be quiet and walk away,

Speak through the darkness and show me the way.

Whether to guide me or for my efforts gently praise,

In life, I long for you through all my days and phases.

By Debmitra Das