Poetry and its Pleasure

She Calls Me 

She came when I was all alone

Helped me always smile

And I started smiling with her

Some questions arose in me:

Who was she?

What did she want from me?

Why was she trying to show me

The charm of this life?

But until I came to realize 

The name of the bond between us

I was very late.

Because she went so away from me

That I could never see

Her simple, smiling face again.

She must have gone to

The land of beautiful

Sight, light and delight.

I know not whether

I shall go there or not.

Each and every minute

It seems to me

She calls me to join her.