Our Breath of moment- notes of Muses.

Our  Breath of  moment- notes  of Muses.

We are  the notes, we are  the sacred

 Notations of  ever  vibrant in our voices,

 Our ebullient strings, our thrill  and rhapsody;

Truth  is  the order  of  the Day,plain is

Our  medium ,consolation is our dictum;

We  sing in the morn, by the evergreen  horn,

Of hanging boughs, sirened  by  chirps,

Of parrots  and  mynas; we  can see many

Sights with profound  clairvoyance ;

Repeat the   sounds of distant messages

Still ringing ; our present in front

Taking  its dynamic form, full

Fledged reflection  in its melodic

Norms. Sheep or swain, man or matter

It is all the same, it is our moment

Of sacred  bliss, irrespective of snowy

Mounds we carry our mission

With zeal unchecked, it is our

Moment of  the day.