Theme: Discord

Discordant Notes

Daily,
Birds wake him up,
In the stuffy bedroom,
The failing eyes scan the
Skies for the harbingers of
Dew-dripping morns,
The feathered friends,
Winging their way,
Up-n-down,
Up-n-down,
Like moving lines,
Across the blue space wide,
The happy children of God,
Speaking a language hardly
Understood;
The cheerful symphony,
Punctured by blaring horns,
Of the mad school buses, and
Of the speeding auto-rickshaws and
Pricey bikes;
The harsh sounds,
Jarring on the nerves,
And the ears,
The discordant notes,
To an otherwise
A daily opera
Divine.

28-Dec-2012

More By  : Dr. Sunil Sharma

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks a lot Sony Dalia.

sunilsharma
28-Dec-2012 11:52 AM

Comment Excellent,sir.The lilting morning' Ragaa' and the resultant symphony are marred by the discordant notes so vividly painted by you.Kudos.

Sony Dalia
28-Dec-2012 10:18 AM


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