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She is the music to my ears

She is the music to my ears;
An impetus behind my cheers;
She jubilantly sings dawn jingles,
along with bird friends in the jungle.

She perforates the bamboo stems
and forges the eternal music gems;
Disguising herself as katydid and cricket,
She gleefully sings songs even in the night.

She is the rhythm of my life,
who is always there to ruin the strife;
she is the happy tune of my song
which makes me mentally strong 

Yeah, she is the music to my ears 
who certainly obliterates my fears and tears

Feb-11-2019






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Date: 2/12/2019 2:23:00 PM
Even your poem is music to my ears, Supraja! The rhythm of your life is also passed on to your readers. Regards // paul
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Date: 2/11/2019 3:07:00 PM
this is so lovely. What sweet imagery!
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Date: 2/11/2019 3:06:00 PM
A poem full of rhythm with melodies that kindle the heart.
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Date: 2/11/2019 12:24:00 PM
bird winging reflects the musicality of your words, supraja.. fascinating!... huggs
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Date: 2/11/2019 9:14:00 AM
Wonderfully sweet..one with nature..a win for you Supraja.
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Date: 2/11/2019 7:31:00 AM
Heavenly music for a heart full of love and appreciation dearest, Supraja! Just beautiful!
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Date: 2/11/2019 7:23:00 AM
Lovely, Supraja. I love the exotic imagery.
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