The Silent Music
Staying in the jostle of the world
The tick tock of the timeless watch
Times are gone when I would be clustered in this clutter
The innate silence that I carry within
Is the only music I listen to
Be it the titter-tatter
Or the hue and cry
This music that I carry
Is my divine fuel
Few are engulfed in the self
Rest immersed into others
I keep see-sawing in both
Such is the human mind
But this music, my divine fuel
Makes me to go...
© Meghna, 2019, All rights reserved.
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