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I am not a cry but song beautiful.
The song,which may cry for meeting, The song ,which may melt anybody , The song ,which may quiver in separation. I am not noise, but violin stringed. The violin, which touchs the heart, The violin, which holds the breath, The violin, which makes me flowing. I am not a hiss, but flute seven holed. The flute ,which is irresistible, The flute ,which pulls my heart out, The flute ,which takes you to realms high. I am not a dry wood, but sarangi fine. The sarangi, which can captivate , The sarangi, which can sew you , The sarangi, which can rain colored emotions. I am not an argument,but silent speech. The speech,which is like fragrance, The speech,which is solidly sweet, The speech,which is intoxicating. I am not acidic tongue,but poem singing. The poem,which keeps flying around flowers, The poem,which dies circling the fire, The poem ,which joins broken hearts. I am not an abuse ,but song sweet. The song,which fills inner-self with heat, The song,which longs to die in love, The song,which flows from eyes, The song,which is seen not listened. I am only song,I am only song. |