MUSIC… / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra

Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra
Music from the violin moves through
The moonlit night
Frangipani bathing in the moonbeam
Leave behind the shadow of death
The wild bird sings and cries
People wearing silver masks
Enemy with a special name
Destiny waits at the corner of the garden
Music of death singing for us in the blind wind
Today a musical night, the road leads to the sea
Voiceless music in the dark
Escaping life to meet another
Music edged towards silence…
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra, November, 2020

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