March 27, 2015 – Meenas Poems

A revival of the past

the way I sang once

recollected fast

several decades hence

the voice in a mellifluous swing

reached the notations high

came down to the base as a spring

now it strains to go up in the fly

remains stuck between the wings

cracks and creaks almost

breaks and filters in a post

yet I sing in a closed space

afraid of being teased in the open

the music in me finds its place

as I sing in the privacy chosen.

Ramblings

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