Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Symphony




I ask myself who makes music,
The clatter of a beggar or the wealth of the rich.

I ask myself who makes music,
The chirping of the morning bird or the sound of a sedan.

I ask myself who makes music,
The laugh of innocence or the arrogance of maturity.

I ask myself who makes music,
The care of a loved one or the one whom we chase in vain.

Oh! It is time to look back now,
And tune to ourselves and align to HIS will.

Because when I asked myself who makes music,
The voice inside me replied, “YOU DO!”

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