Unsung Praise

My eyes twinkled, with the dawn of sun,

Realised that it was the first day of my holidays

I was happy and joyful to the sound of birds,

When I strolled by the boulevard of roses at my place.

Picture Courtesy - The road less travelled

Cheerful composers welcomed me, by merrily playing their song of nature.

Was mesmerized to hum, sing, and dance,

When they played the Mozart - Sonata in F and other tunes to capture

It was the best musical extravaganza I had ever experienced.

The old harpsichord was spellbinding as it could be,

which ceased my attention completely, and I got engrossed to hear him play.

My compliments made him blush… seemed like,

In the harsh thankless world, mesmeric pieces of art like these, go always unappreciated.