I hear You
As the morning rays kiss the window sills,
As I awake while my bedsheets
Are no longer on my skin.

I hear You
As the last drop of water runs into my ear,
Like anointing on my head —
As a lamb waits for his master’s hands.

I hear You
As the birds keep chirping as they glide,
Some fly high while some stay on trees,
But both of them never worry about what to eat.

I hear You
As the moon boasts its fullness
I was mesmerized by its glory,
And so he arises at night, no darkness is hidden.