A simplistic verse, a word slipped out of emotion,
The unsung melody gifted these to me....
A sky painted with a defined blue,
Water with a greenish hue,
Petals of stars and flowers dipped in dew,
Is all the verse which i could give...
A string of couplets and pearls of joy,
Was his next gift,
A mountain painted grey,
Dawn breaking at day,
The purple of trees
And their rhythmic sway,
Was my reciprocative way....
Emeralds of "bandish",
Diamond dust of the "raagas",
The melody filled my soul...
An incomplete poem,
A few unshed tears,
A cup of our passion...
Was my parting gift...
To,
My unsung melody....
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