I Hear You

In the cracking of dawn, I hear you.
When the birds fly across the blue skies
And the child wakes up with dream crusted eyes
When the moths fall silently to sleep, tired after chasing the myriad lights
The butterflies wake up, a thirst for nectar widening their wings- 
I hear you, beloved, I hear you.  

When the sun reaches its zenith in the sky
And a hundred tired walkers look up and sigh
When the splash of water cools and moistens a long-parched throat
I hear you, my lord, I hear you. 
Incessantly as the sun shines, I hear you.  

In the gathering storm, I hear you. 
In the mighty gusts that fell trees I hear you. 
In the defiance of the forest-king,
Brave of a thousand storms, my lord, I hear you. 
In the silent bowing of the grass 
Across which the dewdrop slides, 
I hear you, my beloved, I hear you. 

In the night, when the moon shines down 
Upon this ancient, rain soaked land
In the rustling of the leaves, I hear you, my lord. 
In the twinkling of the stars I hear you.  

Yet sometimes like the jackal or the crow, 
I have called out, scared- “Where, where?”
Always you have answered, “Here, right here”
And yet, I have not heard you, beloved. 
My lord, I did not hear you.