Let the Music Play On

In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!

(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Horn Avatar
August 14, 2015 at 5:24 PM
Which we love hearing again and again, Through all of the thick and then, Even though there may be much sin God my savior have always been. Jim Horn
Gray Avatar
February 22, 2015 at 11:20 AM
Powerful piece of imagery! Much enjoyed.
Thajudeen Avatar
February 22, 2015 at 7:37 PM
Thank you dear poet Gray.Regards. -Safa
Petersen Potter Avatar
December 21, 2014 at 12:37 AM
Just beautifully written pen Safa! I truly enjoyed this dear friend. Made me smile for sure . A 7 for you! Have a nice Sunday! :) Love and hugs! xxx D.
Thajudeen Avatar
January 17, 2015 at 4:21 AM
Thank you dear poet Dorian.God bless you.
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