On a cool wintry night
I found a marigold blossoming under moon light.
Please come close to me dear.
I saw droplets of snow on its face
And they were enhancing its grace.
Its smile was so sweet and bright
That I could never forget its sight.
When it shook its head in delight
It send thousand musical notes into my heart.
She was no ordinary marigold or soShe was a pretty princess who loved me ages ago.
I used to enjoy her playing on piano
Now if I ask she says, “No, no”.
Heard melodies are sweet
But the unheard too touch your heart.
That’s why I still hear her Raga*
And its name is Mounika (Silence)!- V.V.Rao
*A raga (literally "colour, hue" but also "beauty, melody") is one of the melodic modes used in Indian classical music.
4 comments:
Very Nice..
Thank you, Anonymous!
Wow... I didn't know that there is a hidden poet inside you.
Yes, Udaya:). Sometimes that guy peeps out from inside. Like a moon behind clouds!
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