Live it be in the air
that of music to share
keeping the eyes closed
heard the resonating flow
forgetting the sounds around
that be of the vendor in a round
lending no ear to the milkman
who brings home milk in a big can
turning deaf to the chauffeur
who gets paid the most from my coffer
I sit unperturbed and in peace
hearing the music flowing through the trees
sat I for long with eyes closed and hands folded
as though it is an enigma that got slowly rolled.
Tag: fills
It is a fastidious vacuum.
It keeps one out of form.
It makes one dull in norm.
It creates a violent storm.
Inflicting a terrible harm.
Causing a desolate charm.
Williams has a smiling face.
He feigns an angelic grace.
His imperious steps make all to gaze.
His impetuosity is a fiery blaze.
He moves along with a created ease.
Everyone follow him with a difficult freeze.
He hides artfully his cheeky cheese.
He carries himself with a superiority breeze.
Williams’ pretensions are cleverly concealed.
His manipulations involve a scheming deal.
He extends a deceitful care giving heal.
None the less he skilfully deploys a splitting peel.
Williams tactfully alters his skills.
He relentlessly shuffles the bills.
He discreetly swindles the monetary frills.
He silently piles up his precious fills.
Williams is not the only one doing so.
He is a stand out example hitherto.
Many more engage in a quiet tiptoe.
They mop up everything with a gusto.
Beware of Williams’ tribe all the more.
Stand away from them evermore.
Run away from them more so.
Shun them if you can it is better so.