ritwika raha

(07/07/89 / india)

The Song of Life


The morning blushes,
With a capricious smile,
The mounting Sun
With the hour's dial,
I wake up straight,
From my cozy bed
With a street to walk
With a song unplayed,
I sing my words,
And Others' too
And try to concoct,
A song, an oeuvre anew
But the chords break,
In the amateur attempt
Helpless I gape
With hatred and contempt,
But I muster my blood,
My shattered bones
And pull the Strings
To sing another jolly tone!

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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  • Rajendra Pal (6/12/2013 11:37:00 AM)

    another master piece, truly amazing....................di, its the high tym to chng d profession na (Report) Reply

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