In My Heart Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It was a pleasant winter morning,
In my musical instrument the delightful folk songs were in full swing,
One after another I listened to those spellbound,
With a tranquil spirit and pleasant mind
I grasped all in my heart.
It was a glorious time,
I smelt the true soil of the earth,
As the great songs were on,
The delightful folk songs were known to me
And I felt the songs too knew my inner soul well;
Such a great feeling, a great bond with the traditional music
That I had developed for years, never to be alienated.
I knew not how long the lovely spell of the great songs had continued,
When I woke up, I found myself sitting on my cozy chair, completely unaware of the worldly affairs.