SOUL SYMPHONY
A temple
bell rings,
A feathered
wonder to a Babul clings,
A gust of
wind knocks on the iron fence,
Like a wind chime
in a forest dense.
The sunshine
talks in a gentle note,
Setting the Neem leaves aglow.
A distant
sound of an engine revving,
Falls on
ears like odd drumbeats!
A moment’s
break -
Somewhere near
lingers a messenger in poise,
Unaware of
its audience or any devise.
The flowers
have withered and the grass dry
A yellow
footed flap wing trots, camouflaged!
The sunshine
ever conversant
The wind,
its steady companion; soft at times and at times loud
In the backdrop of clear skies and the cottony
clouds
The wind
rattles the thorny bushes
And like a
percussion device it gushes.
To this tune
the nature abides,
In rapture,
a tiny heart glides.
All the
sounds mine to see, with closed eyes
Listening to
nature’s heartbeat, one lies.
One need not
see the magic of hearts
When the
soul dances in temporal ramparts
Aren’t we
one?
The birds,
the trees, the sand
The mighty
sun and I
So I lay
thinking, as the wind sings by.
I just loved it .
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