Mrityunjay Jha Poems
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Symphony Of Life
Voices within and voices without
Each disrupting the other.
Sometimes in silence,
Loud and clear the next time.
And reaching at the conclusion remains
A distant drum-beat.
The more attempts made to grasp its notes
The more discordant it appears.
Life has the only breathing-space left
The mid-point or the intersection
Of voices: within and without
Each disrupting the other
And the music is born
Devoid of harmony, but eternal in nature
We call it-
Noise –The symphony of life.
I don’t know why I am here!
Or when I came here.
They say I was in womb
And big stuffed carriers carried
So many people: my mom was one such.
From the places where people used to live
Now a vast approaching Graveyard
To this place where no people lived
Now a make-believe clusters of homes.