Thursday, March 15, 2018

THE HORN Comments

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It kept on moaning.
No one took notice,
In the festival revelry.

The poor creature
Had no idea
Its curious, curved
Body was an instrument
Of music and its wail
A musical performance.

Still, its master
Came running,
As a shepherd to the lost
One of the herd.

A horned God
With no human touch.
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P.P. Ramachandran
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