Music

The sounds in the nature,
And the trees you nurture.
The simplest music of the chirping of the birds,
And the sound from the churning of the curds.
All you love to is to listen to the melody,
Be it a cinematic medley.
 
Every other sound in the nature is a beautiful rhythm,
It gives you an inborn freedom.
Every emotion you go through which is sung,
Keep you in that moment hung.
The melodious voice you happen to come across,
Shun you against any other activity gross.
 
The old traditional Carnatic Music,
And the qawwalis and gharanas of the Hindustani Music,
Or the present day mixture of sounds,
Release from your worries in pounds.
 
It gives you the effect soothing,
Tempting you to leave the works related to ‘booting’.
Music is the most common chord connecting you to ‘The Almighty’
And the proof for our witnessing ‘The Deity’.

Doctor

Selfless in the mind,

To patients, always kind,

All other thoughts left behind,

Purest souls one may find.

Be it the pandemic,

Or a hardy epidemic,

To those sick,

Their hands are of magic.

Saving lives is the mission,

To be at service always the vision,

One of the lovely creation,

They are 'Doctors' by profession.