Today,
I shall quarrel with anyone
Who says
Life will never get back its song
Once not long ago,
Once in the past,
We had accepted cacophony
As
the synonym of
What we used to call
A song.....
Once .... and then,
We developed
Gradually and painfully,
The habit of living
without song
Today,
When the dawn opened
Its eyes
To the golden lock of
The sun,
The marks of
The song coming back
Were visible again
On the distant horizon,
In the pond,
On the trees,
In the groves
I shall quarrel today
With anyone
Who says
Life will not
Get back its song,
Anyone who says
Life has lost
Its song
For good
© Deepak Nikunj
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