Meena Somasundaram

Playing On The Harp - Poem by Meena Somasundaram

It is a harp
played so sharp
the music flows
the face glows
lights up the singer
brightens up the listener
a lovely melody significant
a relaxation different
with closed eyes I hear
soft and soothing brings tears
I forgets the environment around
as the song takes me in a round
am I happy all the way?
am I sad in a sway?
I myself wonder for a moment
the song elevates my soul
enthralled I am on the whole.

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Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2015

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