“I heard a tune”, said the peon.
“At the music academy, in the country called Germany.
It was cute, and I did mute.
It was classic, which was fantastic.
With rock, jazz and bass, it gave the sweetness of grass.
It still runs in my mind, which I heard from behind,
The curtains;
It then burnt, that I hadn’t learnt The Sweet Music.”
Anusha Subramanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sweet-music/
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