The Stamp Of Music

A melodious voice echoes

Through the dead hall.

Tunes pour forth from 

Her expressionless mouth.

The bansuriwala reminds 

One of Radha's Krishna.

The violinist lets 

Out painful music

And makes you 

Feel an agony.

The tabbalji makes

Your feet dance.

The heavenly music 

Enchants you all around

And transports into

A dream world.

The other artists 

Are there of course,

And together 

They make rhythms;

Delightful, Crazy, 

Heavenly sounds.

After several hours 

Have gone by,

And the lyrics 

Have soothed 

My wounds.

I return home

With a heavy heart.