Musical Musings
I sat in front of the mirror Looked horrified at the sight of terror No! I had not seen a crime But my face was covered with grime Eyes widened, eyebrows raised , I frowned At the face that was once crowned Dark circles, scars, and forehead wrinkles Took away mischievous eyes and its twinkles Depressed I sat, When I heard the classic The morning raga of the Carnatic music Endless joy spread from the melodious voice Inexplicable peace, I did jump and rejoice I sang, sa-re-ga-ma-pa-da-ne-sa Seven notes with raga and tala Singing in chorus with my father All delighted,I hugged my mother I prayed Lord, singing with gratitude For helping me sail with fortitude Of the knowledge that is so perfect That which the mirror didn't reflect.