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Bhimagouda Patil Poem
WHO CALLS ME IN THIS DARKNESS?
Who calls me in this darkness?
The voice is cold but not fierce,
Distant yet distinct to my ears
Gripping my senses from so many years
Who calls me in this darkness?
Guessed rightly the voice was maiden
Full of love stately laden
Methinks is it from doors of heaven
Who calls me in this darkness?
Such words to brighten the heart
Guiding spirit to enrich the heart
Piercing the soul by its golden dart
Who calls me in this darkness?
Made my pen to write this history
Dwindling my psyche with thy mastery
Remained always a question, a mystery
Who calls me in this darkness?
Following this enigma I entered a place
Walking on the clouds I found it I space
Then I realized the caller is not of my race
Who calls me in this darkness?
The voice comes from breeze of no direction
With the tales of human perfection
Strolling the world in nature’s protection
Who calls me in this darkness?
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Bhimagouda Patil Poem
Mystic Bird
There she is, a friend at window,
Calling me for a ride amidst meadow
Pulling me out of labyrinth and duty,
Takes away from worries, amidst reverie,
A hypnotic vision of Nature bare,
With sounds swimming in musical fair,
Such an ecstasy far from the hour,
Like the dreams of an Indian Woman, or embrace of a lover.
Drags soul to oblivion of melee in a flux towards sky making it free,
Bathing it in pains? Pleasure?
Like the soul of hemlock sipped Greek scholar.
Who are you? Immortalized by bards,
Answer me here, and land in the swards,
Such a mystery loaded with sounds and flights,
Yet living practically with all the plights,
Bird of Grecian myth without physique,
Are you a natural minstrel or a World’s Critic?
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Copyright © Bhimagouda Patil | Year Posted 2022
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