Silenced Adagio
When the dew begins To fall, swathing A forgetful curtain upon The silenced memories of the past - Arises in my mind A piece of broken music; Trying to joint the lyres’ Long lost strings - which lie d apart. In my struggle to connect The past with the void Of future; comes to my mind The memory of an enthralling Adagio - Composed long ago. Gone are those days, Leaving on the canvas of life A colourless scenario; And leaving in my deserted heart A Silenced Adagio. (*Adagio - a piece of slow tuned music)
