Theme: Songs

O My Songs!

O my songs!
Don’t look away
Seeing me burn
In the fire of life
I am not afraid of
Turning into ashes,
But I want to be born
Afresh in a melody
Before my ticker
Stops for good
 
I know you know
What cries within me
So fill me with tunes
And let my lips flood
With stupendous music
Let me be a concert
For the ones, whose
Life is a dead river
Let me flow freely
With Sweet gurgle
And make their lives  
Green with bliss
 
Hey my songs!
No! I do not want
To push on this cart
Of the inherited rags
I wish to weave
A sheet of comfort
To cover mute sores
Of the labors working
Afar in the fields.
 
My dear Songs!
Bless me with a stance
That will give birth
To a lyric bearing
My stamp on it
Eternally.

14-Sep-2014

More By  : Prof. Madhav Sarkunde

Views: 1374     Comments: 3

Comments on this Poem

Comment Radha Ji Thank you.

truth seeker
15-Sep-2014 14:30 PM

Comment lovely!

rupradha mookerjee
15-Sep-2014 02:49 AM

Comment Thanks Aparna Madam Ji

truth seeker
14-Sep-2014 06:56 AM


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