Monday, October 26, 2009


Music Flows River

Music is the only storyteller
That glorifies the story of dumb times

Rhythm of conversation between granny and grandson
Fills the material sounds with silence

Silence glows like a distant planet
When music
Touches the unseen blades of hungry words

Music is drunk like wine by them
Who never
Fight own war
For they are always warriors of others

Let there be music
In every solemn villages
Forgotten by dynamic civilization

And now- music flows river
From the top of the hills of their pains

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