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Gradually.


The grace of steadiness.


Gradually it grows

not so fast in a way

not so high and tall

stages be its call.

 

Gradually it flows

not in a rush in a way

not so strong and  high

stages in tries.

 

Gradually it learns

not in a quick  way

not so brilliant in part

stages in  a sort.

 

Slow and steady wins the race

goes the maxim in a trace

the process being regular in all

the registration be better in call.

 

 

 

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A lover of classical Carnatic music.
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