When chirping of birds reaches my ear,
When the call of the caller
Does the heart tear,
When the rippling of the river do I hear,
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Come morning and the breath of air That breaks the calm that was there Fog is slow to arrive in the cool And forms in a low lying pool Masking for all to see That another day is about to be Where things never are as they were before And there is no way to bring back or restore.
Very hearty words....sound like a prayer only...very much impressed Akmal....congratulations...and God bless you for ever...10
Good marriage between devotion and nature. Ilike 'When the sun travels towards the west, When evening bares her dark breast'. Please refer to my poem 'A play called the coming of day'.
this is such a beautiful and inspiring poem. thanks for sharing. it is very strong and have a magical flow.
A beautiful presentation of the cycle of day and night through your poetry. The poem is an excellent piece of expression. The morning that removes the darkness takes birth with call of the caller.
And I think I got to hear that call when I was briefly touring Jordan 11.5 years ago! This is a delightful poem with the beauty of thankfulness in the almost exquisite beauty of the mornings and evenings, to the Lord Who gave and made them and all. I quite enjoyed this! (Unfortunately, upon reconsideration....I fear it is not really the Lord the caller exhorts the hearers to thank.)
So beautiful poem! So beautiful picture of the cycle of life.Thanks for sharing
I will like it if you save it for me