Love is coloured.
That music has no language
Is not containable.
The song sung in your
Mother tongue is the sweetest.
The song sung by the one
You love is the sweetest
.
Music has language.
Love has image.
07.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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