From far away
Whistling, I wished to summon you
Accompanying me in a duet of my breathing, are these floras.
Emblems of my life,
Here are these lakes and streams -
Reflecting my existence.
And these thin streaks of air passing by –
My messenger.
I am pleading for you to wait
While you are continuing with your own pace.
From far away
Whistling, I wished to summon you.
From long ago
Hand in hand I wished to walk with you
Fissured from the same origin
We – similar organs of the nature
Were marching ahead in this voyage.
I got lost somewhere
And somewhere, you outran me.
Adrift I could have become, laden with some illusions
Somewhere I might have rested in tiredness.
Or I may have gotten drunk from the nature's chalice
Be it whatever
Right now, I am closer to you
Whistling, I wish to summon you.
Will you not welcome me, stopping for a moment?
And embrace your companion removing the distance in between?
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