What a miracle is this Sound!
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Sound that becomes the noise,
Sound that becomes the voice,
Sound that becomes the shrill,
Sound that stands calm and still.
Sound that is music, serene, sonorous,
Sweet, mellow, dulcet, melodious.
Who know from where it comes,
No one knows to where it goes away!
From and beyond, in the meanwhile,
Keeps reverberating, singing, awhile!
Here and there, keeps on frolicking,
Flowing, revelling in deep abeyance,
This is how, the sound is its own romance!
Getting merged again into the Silence,
At the core, where is its very emergence.
The Silence is but the only God alone,
Who could know Him, how could be known!
Yet when you try to seek its abode,
You are just lost in it, your solitude!
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