The Morning Call
When mind is afresh, when the sky is lit with golden streams,
when the chirping of birds calls your soul, wake up my friend,
let's stand together and tune our beats to the eternal rhythm.
Let's lie down on this earth and press our ears to this raw land
and listen the pleasure of that first sound,
let's be silent and empty to contain the divine breath in its real form.
Copyright © Shyamal Ram | Year Posted 2014
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