Ravinder Kumar Soni
The Song - Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
That song is no song if it cannot be sung;
Its music will not excite the mind
Nor its words draw any salty tears down our cheeks,
Blood will not roar and the eyes will stay dry,
The waters will not ripple nor birds fly.
Come! Steal my words and seal them with pain;
The torment I suffer will direct its own course
To weave the moving song which we can together easily sing
At dawn or just before night-fall
At which time our senses are not excited and alert
At which time there is no struggle to shake-off or avoid sleep.
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