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Bharathh Pothuraju

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Bharathh Pothuraju

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Music

Music

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Those detached strings;

Lying idle at the corner;

Once played the most lovable tunes;

Yet the musical rush within them;

Is still evident;


Often my soul listens;

To those inner cravings; 

To get tightened and beat out those

Beautiful tunes;

To which we all transcend;

To another world.


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