“Should my breath
The cold winds freeze,
Too weary and numb
Should my heart cease..”
I want to write, a little story someday, About a devoted little boy; Who left home, In search of God. Only to find, When he finally arrives, that; God, wasn’t home. God, had gone out; Searching for the kid, Who was so devoted that God, wanted not to trouble him. © Jay Kaushal