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    An amateur's ode to sound

      Sumanta Dhar    1        0        Report content

    I am not drawn by the sight 

    But the rustle and roar of it 

    As if it is chained and pained.

    Or it is just how it talks when 

    It meets the plain?

    With the music in my ear,

    I walk along to behold the yet unseen,

    I feel like someone who doesn't see light 

    Sound is his world 

    And an epiphany dawns upon me that 

    We are all born blind 

    And how pally we were 

    Before light saw us

    When quite impossibly 

    Sound and light were same.

     


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