Who are you there please tell me
Be here with me do not whisper
Raise this invisible curtain
Let me see you
Do not whisper.
I need third eye
Be kind to me and allow me to see her
How long shall I wait to see her
She is in my eyes, but I don't see her.
She whispers me to love everything
But I say I am unable to do that
I am simply an ordinay humankind
I am not God to love everything
I just love her, she is my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Listening to whispering soul is an indication of growing divinity. I bow before u Sir. Ur poem is not just whispering but shouting aloud the great secret of God