As I hear, as I hear,
The gentle sound of the magic flute,
Tears pour by,
Peals of laughter bursting through...
As I hear, as I hear,
I become lighter,
From the burdensome sack,
As they drop off my back...
As I hear, as I hear,
I see everything, about me change,
As the charmer, with a naughty smile,
Continues playing his magic flute,
I watch by, helplessly,
As I cease
To Exist.
A Snapshot of me: Getting Things Done
3 years ago
6 comments:
A houseful of poets! It is just incredible that He has turned all of us who were once logical nuts into, of all things, poets!
Nice Poem!
Nice comment Anto!
You've got a truck load of talents, don't you! Say hi to Anto for me.
Wonderful as usual da!
nice poem ram. keep writing
great poem .... with writing u can make anything keep going........
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