Call out my name
I am there with the hills
Sitting like a sage
In meditation showing my skills
Call out my name
Call out shrill and loud
I may be there in the sky
Flitting slowly with the cloud
Call out in a voice
That is slow and sweet
I am hidden in the flower
Come near and we two can meet
Call out my name
I am there in the song
Of a bird that flies high with
Colored wings pointed and strong
I am here and there
You have to call my name
I am the immortal soul that
Can never be consumed by the flame
Wonderful poem, A lover is waiting for the call from his/her beloved and so the Almighty is waiting for us to call Him for help every time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sure a 10/10 for this poem.