When corpus misplaces co-ordination and mind twirls in a miasma,
A voice croons.
Tranquility wafts in a slow rhythm like the smell of the morning tea,
A voice croons.
Haze strips itself and reveals a world that blooms and chirps in harmony,
A voice croons.
Worldly bothers dissipate away like the red autumn leaf from a tree looking beyond winter,
A voice croons.
Weight sheds its ego and mind flees in direction unknown yet splendid,
A voice croons.
Pupil dilates and eyelids compress whilst mind immerses in a trance,
A voice croons.
A voice….Mohd Rafi Forever.
3 comments:
Fabulous!
Which song were you listening to? :-)
Mohd Rafi Zindabad!
I salute your tribute and the person who so deserves the praise and more.
Great to know that you have some of the comforts of home. Listening to Rafi, I am sure is more important to you than even food :)
and a voice croons ... :)
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