My heart doesn’t sing the songs of my youth, then I was busy with other things
There was no time for music then, wondering what the future brings
Three youths old, now I find, music in my heart awaken
It fills my heart, it fills my mind, it fills all, not already taken
I swim in it, I jump and dance, my thoughts soar on hidden springs
I often laugh & jump with joy, when my melodious soul sings
If priests were to see me move, they’d surely call me a pagan
For I dance to music sublime, music they have long forsaken
But these songs can exalt, many priests, popes and kings
I am blessed at this age, for having found my magic wings
Kishore Asthana
kishore.asthana@gmail.com