Fleeing
from materialistic flouts
Orphan was I, gliding, wandering
Could immensely inhale the rhapsody
Travelling past my ear drums, cuddling.
Not in my destiny to play myriad instruments
More than food it is dear to me
Goosebumps ran through me, when if lawlessly
Clustered the curt of tunes into a pitch-perfect music.
With ten dollars I roamed mindlessly
Until I came across a young lad, didn’t halt
Holding a guitar in his arms,
I dropped my money into his bowl, obliviously.
Surprised, he asked a song that I craved
Trembling, then played a winding tune
Curious; I stalked him after the gloomy sunset,
Switched into a grand ruddy hall-
Beaucoup children gathered around me,
But master scorned me to withdraw.
At daylight, beheld the marvel heap of instruments
Nothing perceiving, hit the dusty guitar, never stopping.
Taken aback was my master, harmoniously
He taught me, I played at streets
Many a money he acquired through me
Yet unsatisfied, turned harsh upon me.
A raid dissolved everything, I fled;
A priest listened to me like a deer
Was allotted to a music school, life’s stroke
There, all badged me the specie of Mozart.
The honor of performing a concert
Clinked my tiny blood cells, inviting for more
For music would conjoin me to my birth-givers;
Days escaped and days advanced.
Wanting for a multitude to hear me-
And my pinned Soul.
Both musicians; amidst, I drew my face
There they were
smiling.
