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Eternal Hit-clap for song
Eternal Hit-clap for song
The atmosphere surrounded,
With the noise of drum’s beats.
There is no instrument to sing,
The song of liking through recital,
Thus I am alone to listen my song,
As no one has yet turn over to listen.
In such an atmosphere of loneliness,
I am inclined to sing a song,
Without recital in vain efforts,
What reflect inside the heart,
Is hidden behind the heart beat,
As I have started clapping my hands.
poem
by
Yogesh Saxena
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