I AM MUSIC
I wonder if made of
flesh and blood
Happy or sad,
within music floods
Veins and arteries
carry thousands songs
Songs resonate in the chambers
of heart, a gong
In front of a mirror,
clearly do see
Musical notes
on my body tree
My eyes when smile
tinkle music
Hands on talking,
a conductor’s stick
Friends get hypnotized
by hand’s movement
Their eyeballs in syn,
glimmering amusement
Cells don’t make me
but musical notes
When they burn me my ashes
will surely denote
My soul will fly out
singing musical lyrics
In language of love,
confirmed by linguists
I wonder if made of
flesh and blood
Happy or sad,
within music floods.
©sunita grover raina 2022
22/09/22
India
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