Music pours forth from the taut strings of a sitar,
under the nimble fingers of the player.
Notes reverberate into the ether
till the sounds fades into infinity,
I surrender myself to Thee to play the
music of life, as You desireth.
I surrender myself to Thee to play the music of life, as You desireth. Nice, I do love music.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
lovely poem beautiful arrangement very nice after a long time read a poem thanx
Congrats Anita. Beautiful music being played by words, played by the nimble fingers in strings of sitar. Beautiful music, now I can hear. Loved it. Short and sweet.
There is not a single poetic word in this piece which is therefore not a poem but a bundle of cliches - that suddenly veers into a closing declaration of religious faith. It's fine if that's what you want - just please DONT CALL IT A POEM! TIGERfish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anita, I love music so much and your poem describes it in such exquisite detail, giving eternal light to the notes. Its sublime! Thank you! :)