To My Piano Teacher 2
To My Piano Teacher
(Dedicated to my beloved piano teacher, Kamal Sir)
O Lord! Thou hath made me realize,
How valueless earthly words are,
For, from our souls they are too very far,
At least than our ears and our eyes,
When the language of the soul soars the skies,
And so do the dulcet notes of god.
Thou hath taught me much, Oh Lord!
Hark, O! Hark my reverent cries.
A change for the era and its halo,
I sense, is waiting, not far away,
For there are like thee beings for us to follow,
And who without words can show us the way,
And find us sweetness ‘midst the isle of mallow,
And on whom we can rely each day.
AMANYU T
poem by Amanyu T Thulasi
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