He
Who Is In Everybody,
Looking At Us From Within,
Knowing All Good And Bad,
Giving A Voice Every Now And Then
But We Ignore Him,
As If We Are Not Aware Of Him.
We Like The World We Dwell In,
But The Man Who Is In Us
Trying To Show Us A Clear Picture
We Have Lack Of Time For Him
Then We Make No Appointment With Him.

When Will We Meet With Him?
He Is Only The One
Who Is With Us
In Our Tears And Laughter,
Why Do We Avoid Such A Person
Who Is Our Soul?