The First Symphony Poem by Bipin Patsani

Love is the music
That opened my eyes
When I was born.

Love made me mourn and torn
And ripen gradually with age.
It is the music that thrills still
And makes everything beautiful.

What have you done to me, my love?
What magic have you done?

Since you kissed me
And smothered a spring-full of them,
I see thousands of green
Gleaming around;
I hear the murmurings
Of a million fountains
Flowing through and flowering
Some dark desert plains.

Rich like an ocean, happy
To see the moon in its fullness,
I swell up. I am full.
I care not when I dry.
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