by adhip ghosh
When alone and I'm mine,only mine,
Yes,I hear a voice calling me for long-
Who is it?But the face is veiled in dark-
Any He or She or Thou I can't mark.
Always the call takes me away from me,
My world,my being-all,all bonds torn free.
The call is deep to shake me fierce in depth;
So wistful,I hear it with upheld breath.
Whoe'er's voice,the accent is soft and low-
There's a music none ever heard below.
I quake,I wake,I run,but which way,Dear,-
Believe me,I'm least seized with any fear.
It's a song a song,so sweet,I must hear,
Let whate'er befall me on way,my Dear.
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- December 15, 2008 3:43 pm
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