Treasure Island

PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

(29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

A thanks-song....


Music came when you came
Along the way between two hearts.
The gift will stay anyway
When this heart is alone by any curse.

I hear the bell ring.
I see the world swing.
We are in our musicdom
Where you are the queen and I am the king.

Music came when you came
Along the way between two hearts.
It now strums all inside strings.
Songs come out in butterfly rings.

You gave such a wonder gift,
A sound antidote to sad break-up wound.
Not just a keepsake when our time is over
The yawning hole in my heart will have music cover.

Music came when you came
Along the way between two hearts.
Lots of thanks for such a gift anyway.
No idea when you leave or how long you will stay.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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