Meena Somasundaram

The Song I hear






The day is beautiful
 intermittent showers
the demure sunlight
a cool breeze enthrall
all the more it entices
 find I in the music I hear
 not from anywhere
 but from myself
 a song of my life
hums in my ears
the notes go up and down
expressing the joy with a gusto
 intimating the sadness with a feel
synchronising the glory in cheer
reflecting on the losses in grim
the high intonations with melody
merge with the low notations softly
 the song goes on for hours
my eyes become moist
 wiping them gently
 I stare in front of me
 the greenery bewitches
 the bare trees devastate.




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