The scent of Your words, lingers in my thoughts
the mind is searching, Your whereabouts.
You have not left any traces, nor do You wish to be reached
Though Your songs are being sung, by the saints and birds.
Deep in my hollow heart, You made a permanent place
By playing Your finest flutes, which float around my soul.
Though You are not far and resides within
My heart is at unrest since eyes cannot perceive
Your scent reaches the heart with every breath I take
Still mind is searching Your whereabouts.
Deep in my hollow heart, You made a permanent place....I feel the poetic beauty of this captivating expression dear poet Dr. Nehal. Stay blessed!
Beautiful and inspirational words of devotion. This is in my favorites.
We see YOUR signs but see you not, We hear Your songs but hear You not, We feel Your presence but touch You not. Its all that mystery surrounds You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I join you in this search. We are creations of a Beautiful Creator and yet we fight.