A soft tune cuts the cold silence,
creating new music, a new tone.
As strings vibrate her mind enlightens.
She plays the song, a sound charisma.
Each notation and beats
Tearing her apart from her musical memory and her composition.
She is now a divine soul, separate from her body.
President Paudel attends Basanta Shravan ceremony
The humming of the sitar
Reminds me of Goddess Saraswati,
Habituated to lose herself in the spiritual music.
Ah! Soothing beats, a musical treat.
Almost awake for an hour.
Sunrise and sunsets turning out of blues,
Conspiring to remind her
of her nostalgic childhood and naturistic love.
Clicking melody of butterflies,
What a musical maestro!
The sunbathed roses
and the glorifying lotus,
Goddess makes an invisible aura around.
Her music has the power to
make love an abstract truth.
