Poem: Music

By Debrati Chokroborty

When a child stands desperate 

To be out of its mother’s grip
It’s you that soothe the plead

And let it absorb in sleep too deep
When the boy grows too wild

To be the stagnant patience within

 It’s you that harmonise the diverse chords
To make his rage turn tolerance everlasting

When the maiden keeps awake loveless
And rolls on with her hidden pain

 It’s you the food of love

 That doesn’t let it go in vain

When the old does lie feeble 

Having his brain fevered

You menthol the bitter heat
And revitalise the withered 

When l am to pray you lord
And long for the perfect hymn 

You plant love in my heart ‘s core 

And then, for you l sing and sing ….