Where are you?

I am looking for you

You are fleeing away and away

Come to me

Wherever you are

The wait of the moisture to be independent has been too long

The wait of the clouds to pour forth the silvery jewels has been too long

The wait of the tide to hold the sandy shores in her arms has been too long

The wait of the star to behold the boorish moon has been too long

The wait of my ears to harken the “azaan” in your heavenly abode has been too long

Ergo,

Come.

Come.

Come.

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Author: S. Stuti

https://twitter.com/StutiSaxenaOGD Just ask my Astral body about me. :-)

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