shyam balaji

(03-06-1990 / coimbatore (now in chennai) ..)

Sounds that should not be missed


Sound of blossom of a flower,
I desire to hear,
the sound of nature.

Sound of rain's glassy water drop,
over a roof's top,
the sound of joy.

Sound of beat of our heart,
through our ears caught,
the sound of wonder.

Sound of delicious supper in boil,
after a great day's toil,
the sound of hunger.

Sound of a mother's loving ballad,
hearing the cry of her toddler,
the sound of love! ! !

Submitted: Saturday, November 29, 2008

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  • Bistirna Barua (12/25/2008 1:22:00 AM)

    what a fantastic piece of poerty
    to hear out the sounds and then to romantically visualise them in such a free-wheeling manner demands poetical acumen...
    simply fantastic (Report) Reply

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