Jarring
Jarring to spine,
normally ears carry it just to brain,
here the rotten voice music grain,
had climbed down,
and chilled even the spine,
it was concert,
organized perhaps in concert,
to promote a dud,
not caring that,
not even single audience would be alive,
by the time it was over,
most would have fainted or dead.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2006
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