The melody of life
Torn apart by the gust of rollicking wind
Hanging like a twitched thread of a sail,
Swaying to the command of the breeze,
Dancing to the flute of oar’s beat,
Life progresses here with.
The summer passes into winter still.
But the warmth never leaves,
The zest for life moves through troughs and crests-
Keeping me bewitched;
Whenever the oar touches the river
Of boundless melody beneath.
The symphony as ripple dashes against, the rusty boat,
But cleans it, washes it, loves it forth.
This rider’s endless journey a lifetime beseech-
The thirst is quenched by the watery trench,
Of dedicated soul- rich.
And whenever monsoon sets by god’s grace
The amount of love and joy has no trace…
In a long year life gets to wet,
With little silvery evaporated musical stream’s droplet,
For life so close is the farthest from the river
Destiny is life’s endless driver.
Most fortunate is the sailor.
He sails through melody-the eternal river.
And this sail’s thread stares and still thirsty
Prays to tear and fall on the stream.
For there as much you drown you bounce to life,
As much you get drenched, you learn to love and sing.
torsa
