At the threshold of my life
Young music, with finesse
Sounded silently
Hovers over profoundly-
My heart listened to it,
My mind too listened to it-
A stream flows in to me
I got on to the stream with glee-
I abandoned all the formalities
I absorbed only clarities
By means of chaste tastes
By dint of pure thoughts
I could recognize that music
Yes, that is my originality- music!
After renouncing my beliefs
After rejecting the conventions
I am proceeding on…
I am progressing on…
In abundance I have zeal
The true heights, I scale
Sublimity is the goal.
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