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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