Life is a
drama, Life is a play,
Life to me is a music I'd say,
where people I meet, the new day I greet
become the very reason in my song to seek.
And as time permits, the course it takes,
the fondness that grows, the note it makes,
strikes a chord, my heart it sings,
sweeps my emotions, giving it wings.
How long is the music? When 'twill fade?
I know not of this. I resign to fate,
but when it does, I know where it'll be --
there in my heart, resting beautifully.
Then, when that song I desire to hear,
so cherished, so treasured, I hold so dear,
I'll ferry across to the memories in store
and let it play on like the way before,
sweeping my emotions, giving it wings,
I think about you and the joy it brings.
So, when our song fades, you know where it'll go --
resting beautifully, one amongst memory's shore.
Contributing Poet -
May - Hi. I'm working in the healthcare sector in quality
assurance. I'm in Bangalore. I have keen interest in reading, writing,
photography, trekking, and music. I believe that all of us have talent,
which, when used, can make a difference in the world, or at least, in
someone's life. The choice is ours. My writings are usually from personal