I heard the music
In his heart
I heard the rhythmn
the pulses sang
with the life of drums
into his looks
I ached to book
for there the river starts
the mouth of life
it fountains from those tenders
ages past revealed
births born and unborn
could you sight
there is a magnetic needle
that pricks you to straddle
to his looks
they speak of passion
not of lust, but passion
of life and soul
the urge to fight the
cowardish goals
and go for the finals
with the fire of fighters
the music of the bands
of Victory and Marches ahead
they ooze from his eyes
as if he is the speaker
for the armies of life and souls.
poem by Lalitha Iyer
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