Saturday, November 11, 2017

One music, One song

Can't recall exactly on what day or hour
Did I turnup at thy side
It must have been early days of autumn
And there must have been no high tide,

A soft pinkish glow must have been
Colored thou with a silky brush
The hour would have been  perfect too
To look at you as you blushed,

I looked at the scene quiet
And the sky so wonderous
A tranquil feel and serene sight
How turned me suddenly pious,

Was that my religious self
Or was it the irreligious one
Which found only humane heart
And a floating white so white a swan?

I did not know what was it
The rivery flow or the beauteous morn
But I felt there are ways always
To go rhyming with a soulful song,

It was such a musical rise
That I could not hold myself
I just thought and surmised
That there are songs  to delve,

Within one's heart true and synced
With whatever happening outside
Sitting at the bank of the river
I just felt more and more quiet,

And the river how kept on flowing
Murmuring, singing a form of a verse
The splendid poetic hour thus
How kept me with thy soul so merged.

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