I am not a squirrel,
I am never in a duel
I am never hungry,
Never angry
But always looking for God.
I am not a human,
Not a king,
I don’t have anything
Not a single ring.
I never fight for anything
But I am always looking for God
I have no identity,
No town or city
No hut or house
No pet, no mouse
I don’t have knowledge
But I am always looking for God
Who am I then ?
My position,
Is it as big as Big Ben?
Or as small as a chick of a hen?
Who am I then?
I only know
I am a wanderer in this big world
I have nowhere to go
I am no one
But the son of God.