The Sound

By Nivedita Singh

Sometimes in my heart, a sound creeps in,

To convey something which though not clear is quite keen.

Keenness, which is not in me rather in the sound,

Which though not understandable has some meaning profound,

This is the ‘language of the unknown’ they say,

But how strange is it that it is ready to let me stray,

When in this world would I get substance to this strange sound,

‘God Gracious’!

Maybe it will be the day when things would be solved, and my eternal peace be found!

By Nivedita Singh