When The Music Met Its Musician Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

It were you who penned down the first meet-up of our lips;
Where to put which curve, and where to let the slide free
I couldn't word that down; I cannot still express
It were you who took me to the silent shores early in mornings;
It were you who didn't only attract me literally but also occupied me entirely.
While handing over to you the Garcia Marquez's 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', I actually submitted my wholeness before you.
There I presented to you the rain that in Garcia's fiction didn't stop for five years,
But in reality, it is not to stop ever at any stage.