Om Chawla

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O Friend - Poem by Om Chawla

O friend, tickle the strings of thy voluptuous lyre
And rend all air with musical sound-
Such sound, that I might drown
All my misery, my universe and my love
Yes, this love that cans't be mine
That gold will buy love matters not,
A fair foul fancy, if love were aught.
O friend play - dispel misery in the air,
Revive agonies, set my heart on fire
Play o play upon thy lyre,
that I may have extremity of despair. [1960]

Comments about O Friend by Om Chawla

  • Valsa George (11/20/2014 12:06:00 AM)

    Music has the power to heal! Let us drown all our heart ache and misery in music! So play on!
    I am reminded of Shakespeare's famous lines in Twelfth Night; 'If music be the food of love, play on'! A sweet write!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 9, 2012

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