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A True Noble Heart

There was nothing to disavow and disarray
About that boy whose name yet dipped all
In my secluded memory to re-call for a while.
Perhaps it was my dissonance to dissuade my mind
From such recall as it was a forgotten episode of an event.
He was so humble in nature, I might think
Otherwise my reminiscence would not have impelled
My mind to recollect his idealistic qualities.
I am not sure where I happened to meet him
Probably in the prayer hall of Church Saint Thomas.
He had an imperturbable look in his eyes, but
Though unnoticed, deep anguish slept in his countenance.
His brow had compounded in anomalous vibration
Like an infant looking for solemn blessing.
His dreamy eyes often embraced endless but
Hopeful search to prove the impeccable judgment
That the providence would pronounce over every living being
Who ever might be unkind over His creatures.
Then once, when I asked his whereabouts
He replied “this street sir that is where I live
You know, an abandoned warehouse
Where beggars are my only mates”
His unerring eyes stared at me to unfold the truth
Of his life which so mournful to imagine
And asked ‘Do you think, sir, if any one has
Such an exceptional misfortune like mine? ”
I made no answer but averted my face away
With regret from his contemplative look’
At the end of a day when I was rushing
To the post office through the busy street
I felt as if he passed past me in hasty steps
Back I looked, that was he carrying an old violin
Wrapped in leather case of dark brown.
He stopped, then moved to me where I stood.
In him, I saw taut but true throbbing silence
Yet, he smiled infact like often did before
“I’m in hurry sir’, he murmured in tender voice
‘My mate in that old warehouse is ill, but
I have no money to take him to the doctor
Thus, I seek to sell this old violin of mine”
In his eyes I viewed a surging sea of conviction
Without even a mite of selfishness.
I saw in him blossoming divine will.
I took his old violin and ran my fingers
Through my pocket for some money
‘This, I buy for you to give back so my mind
Will find peace as I could help you because
I lack your greatness to claim in my life.
But I wish you would be a great violinist
Else, I eager to hear once about you.”
His hand he folded. “Sir I shall fulfil what you wish
And I would even take it as a great pleasure.”
Later years I heard him as a famous violinist
And composer of music which I wished him to be.
It is very true “a noble heart will always be with
Bliss of determination and competence”.

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