Now your turn ; thou , search me out


I am tired unto bones - seeking your den

I smashed, even atom , you ran to quarks

leaving your proton -base !

Now ,some tell me --you

dancing on ultimate String !

Well ! --dad

dance or drown -do not care

as tired I am searching you.



Now your turn to come out -I say

from your hiding base

and seek and search and find me out--

your deserted son ; or may say - the 'orphaned one'



It is your turn ---come out Dad

Know ye are hiding --- some where

within my CONSCIOUSNESS !!