"The God's Music"A Poem by BombayPoet"The God's Music" This insomniac night of Deluging rains pouring Bombay, This summons it all for listening 'Coldplay'. Coldplay; a silent cry of the lonely soul, A balm for the pain inside, Singing your song with no audience, Letting you free, making you whole. It sings a lullaby for my inner child, Making me fly on a wingless flight, Giving me direction, deep insight; It guides me home, it gives me light. These beautiful ways of God He is present in all & You shall always be his unique pick. - Paresh Manoj Shinde © 2015 BombayPoet |
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