Young Music Poem by ROCHISH MON

At the threshold of my life
Young music, with finesse
Sounded silently
Hovers over profoundly-

My heart listened to it,
My mind too listened to it-

A stream flows in to me
I got on to the stream with glee-

I abandoned all the formalities
I absorbed only clarities

By means of chaste tastes
By dint of pure thoughts

I could recognize that music
Yes, that is my originality- music!

After renouncing my beliefs
After rejecting the conventions

I am proceeding on…
I am progressing on…

In abundance I have zeal
The true heights, I scale
Sublimity is the goal.