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Uma Kapur Poem
Did you hear that pleasing sound?
Or rather a musical note unheard before.
It’s heard when the mind is free
Free from the mundane mental occupancy
The note is a drift away from daily dilapidations
That further deteriorate the already decaying mind
It’s time, it’s time to stop and start,
Stop the rush, stop the rigorous thinking we subject ourselves to
Start the stay, start the stay in the cocoon of Mother Nature
Here’s where we will hear that note, which keeps ringing
It’s sublime, it’s omnipresent, it’s super powerful
It’s unforcefully forceful
It’s forever heard, it’s forever unheard
It can ring in pleasure, it can bring in peace
It’s seeping in through creeks
It’s what Our Mother Nature Speaks.
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2023
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Uma Kapur Poem
When you say good morning, it's music
When you come and smile without a sound, it's music
When you turn around and wink wistfully, it's music
When you tiptoe to my room to cover me up, it's music
When you slide that lunchbox in my bag, it's music
O my mom, your every action, your care, your stare, it's music
I wonder if you know, I doubt if I can make you know
I know it might sound ridiculous, I might seem a fret
It's all the music in your movements, that lends a glow
To my shady day. You may speak or may not say
A word, I hear this music, it's notes are so soft and meticulous
O my mom, your every action, your care, your stare, it's music
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2023
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