He has called me many a times
And He calls me again and again
When far away am I?
He calls me in many ways
Like the mild and severe sunrays
He calls through the silent whispers
of conscience
He calls me by inculcating fear
He has called by providing sickness
And also by providing misfortune
He calls me through the advice of others
Many are His ways of calling
Mysterious are His ways of calling
I experience His calls
He calls, calls and calls on His path
And I'm sure of His calls
Till the word of death befalls
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