The music was lost, in many things
The movies, the dinners, the dates,
The shopping, the arguments, fights,
Catching up with long lost old mates.
All the fishing, and all the road trips,
All the talking, all the late-night strolls,
All the gorging at the pastry shop,
The danish truffles, and the chocolate rolls,
The music was lost, in many things,
The music was lost in many more,
The music was lost in many flings,
The music was made into a bore.
All the classes, from school to college,
All the tennis, and all the dances
All the skating, all the bowling,
I remember all those lost chances.
All the deadlines, all the work
All the typing, all the papers,
All the nail-biting, the nerves,
All the griping, all the insane capers,
The music was in many things,
In many ways, and long ago,
The music was lost, never regained,
Never again to come once more...
Saturday, February 10, 2007
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2 comments:
ok finally i can say, its true that love rather seperation of love makes one poetic.
I think akbar rightly seperated beloved of tansen from him so that tansen could be more poetic at heart.
My id on airtel has been in problem therefore please send your article on id-rahulaqua@rediffmail.com.
love
thanks. i'm doing that right now.
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