ROCHISH MON (4-11-00 / INDIA)
A Soundless Song
An unknown bird sings
A soundless song!
Notes were felt, not heard
Though inaudible, it was unfolded-
The song is in various imperceptible scales
With very many indefinable tempos-
Origin of the song has not been found
It must have been there prior to mankind-
Learned and lettered try to grab the song
Alas, they have completely failed
Even for the lay men, the song prevails
Despite they do not have great mind-
Interpretations a lot for the song
Without interpolations, continues, the song-
Surely, it is the only thing
That was not spoiled
After all, ah, we could find
A thing that was unspoiled-
How do we call that song?
Shall we call it as time? ?
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