Sitting alone in a silent place
Neither the thoughts about my future
Nor about my past
But, for the first time
The different sounds that I could hear –
The tick-tock of a clock,
The thunder of clouds,
The plash of the rain,
The squelch of the feet,
Caught my attention.
I could hear the different words and different rhythm
Those were coming out of them
Wish! If I were a musician,
I would have deciphered a new song.
Perhaps I got a trick
How to
enjoy the present moment.
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