You showed me a glimpse
And my life will never be the same
You came like a ray of sunlight
Washing away all my stains
Spreading a fragrance in my thorns
Releasing me from all chains
I only sing your song now
My Love, Will you come calling again?
I see your image everywhere
Dont care if its sane or insane
As the mynah breaks into a grieving song
As the blood drips from the open vein
As the full moon changes to a stricken crescent
As the traitor wreathes in his own pain
They are all singing my story
Oh my Love, Will you come calling again?
I wait in anguished longing
Like parched earth awaiting rain
Like an orphan longing for a mother
Like a famished ant for a piece of grain
Like a bare tree longing for spring
Like a lonely tunnel awaiting a train
They are all crying the same
Oh my Love, Will you come calling again?
Lyrical indeed, is this fine work, T.O.>>>The emotional energy here is as profound, as it is quelling...Once again, you satisfy your readers quench for the best, my dear! FjR
A lovely lyric. Your last stanza is especially strong and effective. Warm regards, Sandra
Love the lonely tunnel! A single image brings back childhood... Oh Rumi, what you might have missed if you hadn't been you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just a eliquint write..........