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Goldi Mishra

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Goldi Mishra

Drama

singer's soul

singer's soul

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Singer’s soul


A singer's time had passed, his fame gone cold,

His songs, though many, were now tales of old.

In crowded streets, he'd strum his guitar with care,

And sing of love, of life, of moments beyond compare.


People gathered 'round, applauding with glee,

As he sang on, his voice a symphony.

Though stardom's heights he'd lost, his music remained,

A celestial echo that still sustained.


On balconies, he'd serenade the night,

A koel's song, a gentle, loving light.

In rain-kissed flowers, he'd find inspiration true,

And hum a tune, a melody anew.


Though grand stages eluded hi

m, he'd still sing on,

His heart afire, his soul forever strong.

For in his art, he'd found a peaceful nest,

A refuge from time, where love and music rest.


His voice, a bridge, connected earth to sky,

A harmony that touched the heart, and made it sigh.

Though fame's bright lights had dimmed, his music shone,

A beacon in the night, a guiding light, now known.


Perhaps, someday, he'd shine again, a star reborn,

His voice, a celestial gift, that would forever adorn.

For in his heart, a flame still burned, a love so true,

A singer's soul, that would forever shine anew.


Goldi Mishra 



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