This is a song
'Tis been there from th' beginning
From our very moment of creation.
No one knows wherefrom it sprung
Nor when t'will end.
But this I could only tell:
This song is still sung in unbroken tunes.
Generations have gone
And generations yet to come.
But this song is the same
Sung throughout the expanse of space
Beating the extent of time.
This is a song very singular
'Tis never regular.
Like my buried ancestor did,
I listen to this mystic song.
At times th' tune is soft
And sometimes 'tis cruel.
Yet, this song touches the human soul.
Some cry, some laugh;
Everyone dead and alive hear the song.
Hey, you weary wayfarer
Harken carefully as I do
'Tis a song very singular,
Hast a tune and a time,
Hast a rhyme and a theme;
Yet hast no sound and singer,
Hast no lyrics and sung in none a language.
Harken carefully, Hark !
You can hear it, 'tis sweet.
You'll agree 'tis beautiful.
Yet ne'er you'll understand
The hidden meaning it conveys.
'Cause 'tis sung with no lyrics
And in none a language
Has no sound and singer.
Down the ages Man did try
To bring within human grasp
This mysterious song.
God ! What is th' code so secret ?
Some claim they've succeeded to decode.
For them Hemlock was already drunk.
'Tis the listener that will be gone
And one day I'll be asleep too.
Th' next day a fresh one will awake,
Will again be drown'd too
In the labyrinth of this mysterious song.
And the cycle goes on ...
--- Sarat d. Sanjenbam ---
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