The Rusty Fiddle String Is Now Calm,
And The Fallen Symphony Fades In Air;
Now What To Play In Hopeless Tones,
That Once Made A Ceaseless Sea Of Songs;
Failed To Read The Stained Sheets Of Notes,
Those Were Torn In Luckless Hands;
Melodies Arose Quite Broken From Heart,
And The Rhythm Fell Dead In My Hands......
Meera Krishna.
And The Fallen Symphony Fades In Air;
Now What To Play In Hopeless Tones,
That Once Made A Ceaseless Sea Of Songs;
Failed To Read The Stained Sheets Of Notes,
Those Were Torn In Luckless Hands;
Melodies Arose Quite Broken From Heart,
And The Rhythm Fell Dead In My Hands......
Meera Krishna.
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