A Poet And Songwriter.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Nope, not born a song bird
Never been a dream to get a songster
Beating of a drum or any other percussion
Rather hit eardrum with a little reactions
Spanish guitar strings had a bit sweet ring
And the right fingers played through the air in a fling.

They`d say music comes from deep inside
They`d say music comes from far beyond the sky
A wonderful gift not for any pound or penny
Stupid mind smiled or just laughed it away
Now that a poet turns a songwriter
He comes across a heaven long ignored by a blighter.

Music has greatly worked wonder
It`s lovely spell has tuned up mad temper
Now cacti have made for many chrysanthemums
Yellow and red roses blossom in and out seasons
Hued with rainbow colors and glow-worm stars
May he be someday one of many good songwriters.