Her Music Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Her Music
through the night she plays the music
with her tired hands she pulls the strings
the obstinate wind comes flowing
through the foliage behind my windows
my veins get swollen
is it for me or for the lone moon meandering
silently across the cloudless sky
the wind gulps down the notes
in which may be she would have sent
the love to me in this sleepless night
Is that your neighbour? The music brought through the breeze straight into you heart, brilliantly weaved.5 Stars!
You must tell her how beautifully she plays. Then you'll know….
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5/7/2024 8:28:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
5 stars, Mr Panda!
Thanks very much. Regards.