The God of Music
I was all of nine,when the music was so divine
The snow cuddled mountains
As each prick gets deeper inside
Cascading like never before,and for time immemorial I used to think that my friend
The tunes and the magnus of that song
'Yeh haseen waadiyan ,yeh khula aasman '...
Probably it is a concoct
That all the nature is planning
A opulent concert,a concert where love is born.
The God of Music whom I believe
Whose every song is etched on my heart
From Aditi being the girl next door
To Kizzy being the fighter
I have loved , admired and all the adjectives of love is not at all enough.
You are,you were and you will always be.
The monument standing tall ,with ethereal music in the walls forever.