Are you the God I am searching for?

How will I know it is you?

You revealed yourself to Moses once,

Then hid, saying: “I am who I am.”

Prophets have been privy to your light.

We sinners are denied that sight.

Our souls struggle tirelessly

To find our place in Your eternity. 

You promise every faith salvation,

A carrot-ended stick of damnation.

Our lives are a daily examination,

A five-time test of our devotion.

Why did you make me flawed, ignorant,

Illiterate in your divine dialect? 

Untutored, I pray this monologue,

Accepted, convert into a dialogue. 

F.S. AIJAZUDDIN,

10 April 2016.

[COMPOSED FOR PAPER READ AT 2ND SUFI CONFERENCE, CULTURE & TOURISM DEPARTMENT, GOVERNMENT OF SINDH, 10TH APRIL 2016. ]