Friday, April 6, 2018

MUSIC

Hola people!
An old-golden poem inspired loosely from the song - 'आवारा भँवरे' from 'Roja' and of course - life.

MUSIC
     
    
The cry of the baby
The buzz of the honey bee
The tip tap of the rain
The chuk-chuk of the train.

The beep of the car-horn
The beat of the clock-on
The rhythm of the sea waves
The breeze gently rustling the trees, paves

The heart-beat, the flipping coin's land,
the muttering fan, the clapping of the hands
the burps, the hiccups,
the alarms, the cheering cups

Bring to life music;
Rhythm managed in every click.

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