Speaks loud silence,
when
Shadow sorrows moment of
Of melancholy.
The stars and moon, no sound;play
Universal tale.
Music mellows, the
Birds sing, enliven mornings
And appease beings.
A boon indeed, when
Music-tunes turn curers.
Ailing minds solace.
Babies lurk for sound
Of lullabies, hornbills for
Rains. O! How sweet.
Pop group, the
flutist
Wind, violinist rain
and
Drummer thunder
rock.
The last three lines are really beautiful.
ReplyDeletethank you,Rama.
Deleteand I loved your orchestra of sounds...............
ReplyDeleteThank you,Kalpana.
ReplyDeleteA boon indeed, when Music-tunes turn curers
ReplyDeletebeautiful
Thank you,sm.
DeleteAll of them are nice on the common theme of sound
ReplyDeleteThank you,Partha.
ReplyDeletethe second one is so pure and serene ! we need such lines to enliven our spirits !
ReplyDeleteThank you,raj.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rendered!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Namrata.
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