Thycall
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They call
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Who called me by my name
in this silent evening
of the indolent spring?
In the spreading colour of setting sun
and chirpingof birds with flashes of floating cloud.
I know thy words of love
flash as glimpse on every living objects.
The breeze is restless in thy name
and rushes with load
of thy pure knowledge.
The open sky is tremulous with the song of thy unheard song.
The primal sound in and out
is absorbed in thy name.
Who called me in lone solitary
hour with inaudible cry
to leave the room?
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