When Azān I hear …………………………..


vikas chandra

Those that flow, are heart’s toll, those that don’t, nurture the soul
Ain’t a Muslim though, with one such kept drop, of a soulful tear
From a mosque afar, as I wish on a star, for the Lord’s kind dole
My heart reads out, a silent prayer,
When Azān I hear, when Azān I hear ……………………………..

From a heart weighed down, by the endless toils, of a cold world
Trapped in tangles, many pigeons set free, into the blissful air
Ain’t this my faith? The echo so pure, locked up soul, now unfurled
It blesses me, splendidly, so I do revere,
When Azān I hear, when Azān I hear ……………………………..

From muezzin’s pure soul, arises this call, not just for some, but for all
Like a cloud when it rains, quenches all souls, though far or near
It stirs love in the depths of hearts, for the Lord, every faith…

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