Orchestra Of Your Vocals Poem by Muneeb Tahir Muneeb Tahir

Writer: Muneeb Tahir
In an unnamed Island
We are lost
I fancy that you sing for me
And you just did
Suprisingly it was
An abrupt start without vocables
Without dress rehearsel
No autotune
Neither chorus
Nor noodling of any musical instruments
But still that is toothsome
To my mind
Better than one who serenades
Outside his lady's window
I am just listening
To the orchestra of your vocal chords
Your words are dancing
Around my ear
And they are so clear
To be not mondegreen
The Greatest MAESTRO papped you
From the sky
The Mermaid has stopped her singing
Of trapping a sailor
To hear you
The Sun intensed his rays
Blessing you with footlights and
To have a theatrical touch
The sea has calmed its waves
The branches of trees are having
A goosebump
The leaves of trees are falling down
As a sign of bowing down
Even those who were hibernated
Are awaken by this beautiful rendition
Linnet is craving to have
A duet with you
The nightingale are envying that
You are lip syncing
And there comes the final note
But I gather some unheard
ONCE MORE shouts from audience
Then
Why should devil have
All the sweet tunes?