life is music,
you begin it with a cacophony,
rhymes start giving you a sense,
traditional voices start loving
you,soon you climb up the scales,
you become hoarse with a cold,or
serenade with a good throat day.
you become stronger and stronger
till oneday it tumbles,you cry
then accept it is age.you hum
like a bird-with days coming
to an end.you try singing with
out your teeth only to make a
discreet unearthly noise.yet you
are the one voice which tarveled
through songs and prayers and rhymes
all alike.the voice may die but its
effect lives on for ever-through
the voices of other admirers.
