When a harp hums alive
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When scattered gray clouds getting warm, rain;
A wooden veena, resting on a lady’s lap, comes alive;
And mesmerized by her beauty, plays inspired notes.
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Some scattered gray clouds
Getting warm in morning sun,
Sprout dark roots and rain.
A wooden veena
Resting on a lady’s lap,
Comes alive with joy.
She, harp of all harps,
Inclined on her pair of breasts,
What inspired notes plays!
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Musings | 27.08.2026 | clouds, joy, music, rain, Haiku
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