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REASON WHY I SING
Why are you surprised my friend That when alone, I sing? Or, on imagination’s Wings, I do often swing? Let me tell you verily Why I don’t sing for you, Nor for anybody else. Yes, this reason is true. I am too conscious that what I sing is not a song. I know that my lyrics are Jumbled, disordered, wrong. My songs may be poor but are Simply so dear to me. For a few moments they take Away my agony. When I write or sing my songs, I do in fact so feel That while humming, my soul wounds Slowly but surely heal. I hope it’s now clear to you Why to my songs I cling. They truly comfort my soul, The reason why I sing. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format • Honorable Mention award in the “Inspirations” contest, "Invalid Item" M C Gupta 5 August 2008
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