The Lament Of Violin

By Debasish Chattopadhyay

The rhythm gently soothes the soul

Synchronized strings play the tactful tune

The tenor goes up in the mind 

Strings break, violin is in the dustbin! 

The girl grows up to be a woman

The innocence is lost in the world of ‘Experience’

Love sells her in the institution of prostitution

Strings break, is the violin still beautiful? 

Customers are happy in the strewn string 

Can lustful fingers produce soulful music?

The life of death the soul is living 

Tune of lamentation comes out of the violin.

“I’m not a girl, not a woman, only a prostitute

Violin no more, violation is played throughout”.

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By Debasish Chattopadhyay