Vanishing Radios

Written by: FABIYAS M V

Tuning and tuning,
Miles lie vanquished.
Mind’s swinging,
Hanging on the tuner,
Is so sweet.

Tuning and tuning,
The world beats within walls.
An old love is rising 
With a cup of nostalgia.
Solitude flees away

From its spell.
Often, after lunch,
It serves siesta well.
Like an infant on the lap,
It makes you unconscious about time.

Televisions conquer
Villages, and radios vanish 
With old laps.Tomorrow, under
The dust, it will sing away,
And its lovers will hear silent music.