Soul's Music Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Traffic, machinery, and tension
Torture mind out of mention.
I resorted to sweet sounds
Different from the howl of hounds.
Mandolin, flute, cymbals and pyre
Could diminish hot burning fire.
I was full of great pleasure
Music mastered my leisure.
Rainbow, spring, morning sweet
Were no more than music's beat.
I asked my soul'Are you happy? '
But she looked sad and choppy.
I could not know the matter
Why I had failed to flatter.
I asked her, 'What is reason? '
Was there, I thought, some treason.
Sad soul smiled and said slightly
All that I listened politely.
She said, 'Listen dear mate,
I speak the truth of first rate.
Music is melody of sense
But I have other expense.
Silence is symphony of soul
Enjoy it in parts or whole.'