O My Songs Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

O my songs!
Don't look away
Seeing me burn
In the fire of life
I am not afraid of
Turning into ashes,
But I want to be born
Afresh in a melody
Before my ticker
Stops for good

I know you know
What cries within me
So fill me with tunes
And let my lips flood
With stupendous music
Let me be a concert
For whose life is all
A dry and dead river
Let me flow freely
With Sweet gurgle
And make my shores
Green with bliss

Hey my songs!
No! I do not want
To push on this cart
Of the inherited rags
I wish to weave
A sheet of comfort
To cover mute sores
Of the labors working
Afar in the fields.

My dear Songs!
Bless me with a stance
That will give birth
To a lyric bearing
My stamp on it
Eternally.