WHEN WILL YOU CALL ME

When will you call me

From far away in the sky,

Where there is no misery

Peace without sigh?

Superb thy thinking and acting,

Beyond my proximity.

The little length of life waits,

To dissolve within you, calmly.

Once my mortal frame

Would be ruined soon,

Yet myself of mine will be praying

For getting your boon.

Immeasurable virtue and vice,

I have done keenly,

Oh, "Symbol of love" pardon me,

As we are thy keen, only.