Discreet choice

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.