Music - Poem by Anita Sehgal
Music pours forth from the taut strings of a sitar,
under the nimble fingers of the player.
Notes reverberate into the ether
till the sounds fades into infinity,
I surrender myself to Thee to play the
music of life, as You desireth.
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