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The sky calls me.The wind calls me.
The moon and stars call me.
The green and dense groves call me.
The dance of the fountain calls me.
Smiles call me, tears call me.
A faint melody calls me.
The morn, noon and eve call me.
Everyone is searching for a playmate.
Everyone is calling, “Come, come!”
One voice, one sound, all around.
Alas, the Boat of Time sails on.
Sri Chinmoy, The caged bird and the uncaged bird, Agni Press, 1998
