The Composer

Dear diary, 

Today it's one of the difficult days to handle, a lot of thoughts in mind, lack of focus, and a heavy heart.

As I was subdued I scribbled a poem.

A poem on music and how often we ignore it.

Music is the soul of our life, it lives in each and every cell of our body. It pacifies kids, it signifies health and triggers positive vibes.

This poem is dedicated to a music director.

Life exerted the pressure the young man accepted the challenge.

A world ruled by the maestro in a red sea, 

he decided to swim.

There was no place for the boy who was a miser with words.

With passion, he sculpted his work in the hearts of people.

The small garage gave birth to a revolution.

At times, rock.

At times, melody.

At times, jazz.

At times, percussion.

At times, folk.

At times, international.

At times, it's the choice of voice.

At times, sound from nature.

All the instruments entertained and the stillness chipped

in to make them complete.

Silence is humble but made him win, Oscar.

When humbleness and passion drive, 

hurdles are just a speckle.