Me less divine than Robin
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Oh Robin tell me
If I am missing
A bit of heaven
In you this morning
It’s four o'clock
Time for carolling
To awaken Gods in heaven
-day to dawn
-sun to shine
-breeze to blow upon my garden
-trees to sway
-flowers to bloom
To waft fragrance to heaven
Sing Robin sing
Let not thy silence
Stop all from waking
Day may dawn
Trees may sway
Flowers may bloom
Of what use of all this
If you don’t sing
I know you love heaven
You love to sing
But what ails you
To forget the king in heaven
Oh Robin I am just human
I have no wings
Nor do I sing
How can I be close to heaven?
Oh Lord for a moment
Make me thy Robin
So that I could sing
Sing Robin sing
For Heaven is a lovely thing
You always carry in your wings……
To sing is everyone's longing.... What enchanting power music has...! ! . Even the God in Heaven is moved by music.... A fair write, Deepak!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful flow of words... Make me thy Robin So that I could sing Sing Robin sing For Heaven is a lovely thing You always carry in your wings...Loved reading each lines.