Echo Poem by VAIDYANATHAN.T. RAM

Somewhere in the beautiful mountain,
The place of lonely,
Speaking myself with mountains,
Hearing back my beautiful echo.

It was in some empty huge kitchen vessels,
Speaking myself putting the face inside,
Where I heard my beautiful echo.

It was somewhere in big room
closed with four Walls,
but it was empty room,
Speaking myself towards the walls,
Hearing back a beautiful echo.

An echo, feeled me a kind of miraculous music,
Where the music was a instrument of true heart.