Music Poem by Mushtaque B Barq
Music
Much I heard
from birds and buds,
A lot from bands
so much from the cities,
Never had I turned my station on
to listen what in me sings.
The day Guruji pierced my ears
Music became my comrade
the waves my road map
and wind my 'flight'
How now cacophony
is boring, disoriented and dishonest
for what vibrates beneath the breast,
Strings and drums take lessons.
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