“I heard a tune”, said the peon.
“At the music academy, in the country called Germany.
It was cute, and I did mute.
It was classic, which was fantastic.
With rock, jazz and bass, it gave the sweetness of grass.
It still runs in my mind, which I heard from behind,
The curtains;
It then burnt, that I hadn’t learnt The Sweet Music.”
Nice little tribute to music.... It could have been anywhere in world as music mesmerizes all races and colours, but since Germany rhymed, so be it..!
Nothing is more charming than the sound of music to hear. Your poem is as charming as the gentle pleasant chime of a bell.
Anything good has to leave a trace of it in our minds...then only it means to be good....no wonder good music lingering in your mind....well done....thank you
A crisp, cute poem. Btw, to the peon it was as sweet as grass. I think, he was obviously under the spell of grass (marijuana) ! Your sweetness gets #10.
An interesting exercise in rhyme. Unfortunately 'bass' and 'grass' don't rhyme, though they look as if they should.
its very good anu i like to read it anyways plss write waiting for your more poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To whoever views this page.. Sorry! This is not the best poem of mine.. I know that.. But please do comment on how you feel.. Anu