Positive Vibes - A poem

Arun, a three year old child prodigy,
Is singing a tune in ecstasy and pure joy.

But the moment the child sees that it is noticed,
It stops immediately as if thoroughly embarrassed.

It is then a thought suddenly gets triggered in my mind,
That in no time this talent will be for all to find.

But alas may descend from its sublimely spiritual splendor 
And get lost in the ridiculously mundane secular grandeur.

Is there then a connect between being unknown,
And God’s chosen design to take you and me as His own?   

A Kunti or a Sudama surrendering all their will truthfully,
Would surely epitomize and love this sentiment beautifully.

And by the way what is God doing at these moments of “now”?
Omnipresent, yet preferring to be unseen by anyone & anyhow.

As that child it is likely that He also may feel acutely embarrassed,
If someone were to perceive His munificence albeit with His Grace

Like countless wise sages preferring to dwell in places unknown
Possible that He is with them undisturbed in that perfect environ.

Losing all our identity therefore would appear as a sine-qua-non,
For you and I to ever qualify for being chosen to be His- own men.

And then be tested, guided, counseled, and finally blessed,
All as a prelude to ultimately reach His abode cherished.

Even as I mull these over, a parallel from mythology takes me over 
To deliver a perfect googly as it were, with which to bowl me over.   

Was it not twelve long years that Pandavs remained in obscurity,
And yet they stayed unknown for another year sans all their identity?

Was not the results of Kurukshetra war a foregone conclusion, 
And Pandavs reclaiming their lost kingdom scripted in inclusion?

These appeal to me as His preferred route for their deliverance,
Confirmation provided as they get to this later with kingdom renounced. 

It gives me therefore a faint hope and sense of minimal comfort to think,
That chasing recognition or fame is perhaps only an interim kind of blink. 

In that chosen path of His, scripted solely for me, I need to remain in obscurity,
Absolutely positive, that I am in His hands, to steer me to my ultimate destiny.  

One day from out of a many in the realm of secular world unknown,
He will take me to that spiritual space of a few but all very well-known.   

Having come this far, it is illogical for me to ask any questions stupid,
And continue to harbor doubts like how, where, and when kinds indeed.

What then is the need? It is pure trust, more trust and nothing but trust,
That only He knows when to shower that Grace and give me that rest.

All I can legitimately seek now is that resilience to bear hardships,
As today, even to sustain I need a booster dose of goodwill sponsorship. 

Ekalavya alias Vichu