It pleases me Yourself to ponder...
Why do You not speak, why do You not speak?
What's this hope, this hopeless dream,
A cradle rocking between wanting and not getting?
Why don't You come near, why just stay far-far distant;
Why just call me like a phantom with a beckon?
Myself upon sky You keep floating like a flower's pollen;
What is this love of Yours... is it deceit?
River, the ocean she does like to discover;
Comet comes racing into Earth's circumference.
And I too, in guise of meditation, with You want to merge;
But even knowing this, You don't take heed?
Sarkarverse article
Audio recording
Another audio recording
Sunday, May 30, 2021
What kind of fool am I?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
When I think of Thee, I only learn about me.
ReplyDelete