The Call Of My Heart Poem by Subhakanta Sahu

The road may be spineous
Or fringed with rose
In the way of poetry
Or may be of prose
I am a friend to you
For every moment that goes.
When all surround you
And are found to be few
Feel me by beside
With a hopeful view
I am present there
It is absolutely true.
During dismissing from the way
Or feeling harassment
And on all bad days
In every sadly moments
Touch me in the hope
Which is sent.
When you are on a horse
And walking on the naked foots
Look me holding your hand
And matching with you, my foot
In the brightly morning and darkly evenings
And in the noons and at midnights.
In the physic world and land of eternity
And in the winter flowering lands
In life and beyond life: death
And in the Sahara desert sand
It is only God's hand
To make me your friend.