Music... Poem by harshika ram

A sweet sound like a cuckoo's call,
A melody to hear like a nightingale's song.
Sometimes it's rough just like rock,
It sometimes cool just like pop.
It suddenly becomes smooth and romantic like the waltz or
It's fast and chirpy like the quickstep.
It makes us feel pain like betrayal,
It also gives us happiness like friendship.
It suddenly changes into rap
And finally finishes off with some Desi spice.
It flows through our body from head to toe,
It makes shake our body like the cha cha or rumba,
It takes us away into another world.
This is how it feels when music is alive,
This is what is really called music!

- Harshika Ram