Poem by : Deb Panda

Recited by Bashar Al Mazmi

Rued! This soul didn’t fade;
Questioning; the despaired fortune -foul!

And wonder? may not this deserve-
To listen; upon resilience, upon my soul.

Pristine; beyond these eyes cast;
For the colourful fading autumn;
Remove! this obsolete Soul; for weighed
For miseries ubiquitous; Oh! Mellifluous Queen!
And not sing, song of Monopoly,

May this soul descends to dust-
Oh! Lord for the blissful Song;

To remind you; her voice Omnipresent.

Percolate! Grace through this soul-
Barren; for not drank your nectar,

Oh’ Lord! ! ! Least this heart must be vivid;
To sketch this beauty; bless to hear.
And, Listen beyond these Clouds;

A voice sweeping through lightening-
For my soul following, beauty of truth;

Music; disappeared from earthly Spring! ! !

A Voice, my soul holds to eternity;
In resilience; over the Musing Bird,

Victor; to all these worldly pain-
Transcendent; to mist, ages of the Dead! ! !