Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Poem on Music
the farmers in the fields, cutting wheat and hay.
I wonder why the bird sings on that tree,
filling the air with its melodious tweets.
Why the baby goes to sleep,
when the mother sings a song so deep.
We feel happy when we sing,
light as a feather and soft as a wing.
Music brings joy to us all,
whether rich or poor, small or tall.
We can sing when we feel sad,
on good days and bad.
We can sing when we feel free,
and fly like a bird, singing with glee.
There is no joy greater than this,
the music in us all, which we sing with bliss.
© 2013 Abhijit Pandit