Lekhny composition -21-Jun-2022
Days were going in the desert under the scorching sun
Howling wind of desert keep reminding me of my mistakes
Barren land had become the land of my dreams , until I heard your voice
Your voice became the music for my ears
Your voice resonated like nightangle voice in the open desert
It became the conductor for the noise that keep cutting my confidence into bits
The voices that complaint now sing a melody according the tune of your voice
Your voice became the music for my ears
You said hi, hi with its fingers played the do note on my heart that is now your piano
As you said it's ok it played a musical note that played in a loop and
Sunflower danced on the jazz music of the sunlight
Your voice became the music for my ears
When I was lost in the pale numbeness of the past
You played the jazz on your black Claitnote that broke my trauma
Woke me from a cauma and with hand you caressed my hair and made piano blushed with other
Your voice became the music for my ears
The way you played the guitar, it made me poke to ask you for a ball
As sun has cool down and April has come finally in my life
Your voice became the music for my ears
You became my nightangle and I became your John Keats
Your voice became melody for my ears
Shrishti pandey
23-Jun-2022 08:04 AM
Nice
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Satyam Tiwari
23-Jun-2022 09:26 AM
Thank you Srishti g
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Punam verma
22-Jun-2022 10:03 PM
Nice
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Satyam Tiwari
23-Jun-2022 12:02 AM
Thank you Punam g
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Seema Priyadarshini sahay
22-Jun-2022 12:15 PM
Nice
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Satyam Tiwari
22-Jun-2022 04:22 PM
Thank you Seema g
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