Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar (Decor) -6


I Want To Sing A Song

(A song with unstressed-stressed and
stressed-unstressed syllable pattern)


I want to sing a song
For long my wish on skies..
So high so far so sweet
So sweet my song so makes
And takes on notes me soar
Me soar to moon and stars
To stars and moon my notes

Happy going going
Going godly tuning
Tuning moving scaling
Scaling music tonic
Tonic songful soulful
Soulful spaceward tuneful
Harken, follow would you..

You sing you sing a song
A song so strong to gong
To gong in tune with mine
So mine and yours to sing
To sing the moon and stars
The stars and moon in tune
In tune with us so high

Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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