What is music, ask yourself
A pleasant sound, or
Array of records on your shelf
Music is a way of life
Amidst the life, busy and wild
Makes the mind serene and mild
Classical is divine,
Like god’s own voice
Spreading from heaven or a shrine
From the vibrations of omkar
To the purity of cycles
It is clear, they are all miracles
With every sound of rock,
The soul is set on fire
Is it incredible or just a mock
Let the pure be obscure
Clutched not to the hands
Of this youth fast and impure
For me, music is my pride
Only thing I fancy is
Listening to genres, different and varied
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