Early morning music

Early morning music short poem

Through the
half-opened
semi-drawn
window,
I hear your chants
every morning
inflow.

Your voice, your rhythm
the song and the tune
it’s all so mesmerizing,
I can’t
decipher a word, but
my mornings are
revitalizing.

You live quite nearby
though I don’t know exactly
where,
all I know is-
the flow of sweetness
from somewhere there
to here.

You fill
this loneliness
permeated by
neither near nor dear,
I hope to listen to this chirp
as long as I live
and live here.

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Jayshree Murali
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Sparrow Song ! very nice.

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As one reads this piece, the same soothing ‘early morning music’ keeps playing at the backdrop @Abhishek_Jain You have done your job mighty well 🙂

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