Suresh Raspayle

I hear Your foot steps






I know when You arrive,
From within my every nerve, I strive
For the ancient silence of Himalayas
I know you are finally here
And the waiting is over
I almost hear Your beloved steps,
And my soul wakes.
The air that just brushed You
Breeze past me like fragrance.
Your gentle words
I listen, caught unaware
Sounds like song the distant bird sings
In the rhythm of Your rhythm,
In keeping with Your pace
My pulse beats with Yours

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