You Are You, My Lord!

Since the day the holy ash was rubbed on my tiny forehead, A small dot of kumkum between my arched eyebrows, The question of ‘how YOU look like' was asked in my mind, The answer of ‘wise kids don't ask stupid question' repeated. I try to be wise by not asking any questions, remaining confused, The picture of YOU, resemble the faces of the regions, Countries and continents, when I was displaced in the ships, My love for YOU never diminishes though I am tested with whips. YOU do look beautiful in your hurly hair with tanned complexion, YOU do look wonderful under Michael Angelo's violent knocks, YOU do appear clear on the empty walls of the innocent souls, Are you a monogamous or a tetra at a time or a free or a paid spirit? Whenever YOUR marital status is asked, these human are ignorant, Volumes of prayers in classic and prose kept in the altar's cupboard, Repeated for generations, not knowing of YOU, my Lord, Are YOU good or bad? Are YOU a businessman or an Entrepreneur?