The Music In Silence

The Music In Silence short poem

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Wandering through the village orchard
When the evening amber light is spread
I could hear the music of nature
When the breeze from nowhere intruded.

The music band follows the breeze
With a concert of the cricket shrill
The pitter patter drizzle gave
The rhythm for the music band

The lush green leafy trees
Could not conceal the birds in breeze..
Till the mist comes climbing up
Though they sit in utter silence

I moved in a liquid silence
To hear the wonderful music of nature
Till I hear the drumming of thunder
When the dark clouds seen squatted over

There it rained with swish and sound
Among the four walls I remained
As the silence within heralded
My wish the music of nature never to end

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Mini Mohanan

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I'm Mini Mohanan (Mini Thankachy S),hailing from Kanchiyar, a remote village in the hilly terrain of Idukki district of Kerala and have been staying in Kalyan for the last 23 years. I'm brought up by the lush green nature which always inspired me to be a part of it.I try to express my feelings through colours and words which may not shape in perfection.
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Sahana
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Wonderful thoughts expressed so melodiously!

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