"The Call..."

"The Call..."
Take me to the lands,
Where GOD carelessly hibernates;
Somewhere,...where the first ray of sun,
Embraces and kisses the Earth mildly.
With its hands of glory,
In the lands of stories.
Because, my nostalgia still resides there;
Where I strolled down the alleys of my life,
From birth till adolescence,
To ripen from the youths;
Finally becoming a nomadic man.
Those Eastern winds gently caressed me today,
Whispering hidden secrets into my ears.
Imagining those early morning mists,
Conceived on freshly blossomed Rose' petals;
Touching those crystal dew drops,
I scribble again,
Scribbling on my old slate of memory.
There where, everyday arrives with new lessons of life,
And a few spoonful of surprises to teach.
There where, every night departs,
Singing transcendental warm lullabies.
Ooh..! Come and take me to that land of mine;
To meet my needs,
To drink from the blue seas.
And meet my memorable desired ends.
Someday, somewhere in the lands,
From where, the calling comes every time.