Sound

The silent night is drinking in the quiet of the sound,
And every aching heart becomes a vessel for the sound. ​

A single sigh can travel further than a thousand words,
When love begins to whisper in the echo of the sound. ​

The river learns its rhythm from the falling of the rain,
While soul and spirit dance along the motion of the sound.

​I searched the lonely desert for a trce of where you walked,
And found your footsteps written in the velvet of the sound. ​

Now Murali tunes his heartstrings to the music of your name,
Lost forever in the sweet enchantment of the sound.

Written by:-
Dhanjibhai Gadhiya "Murali" (Junagadh)