The Music Memory

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His voice 

was the symphony 

that my heart found 

the most melodious 

with passion.

It’s those notes 

of his larynx 

that defined 

the direction 

of my life.

My music memory, 

if you ask me, 

is surely the songs 

of my singer.

Yes, he was a musician. 

Yet that ain’t 

the only reason 

why I feel 

nostalgic 

to his voice.

But how well his notes synced with the beats of my heart.

But how well his notes synced with the beats of my heart.


About the Author:

Gaurangi Gupta (DAV College 10)

A writer and poet, currently pursuing psychology honours. I love to watch Netflix and to read as much as I can. The goal is to never stop learning, because that’s when we hinder improvement and growth.
I also sing and play guitar and I’m an automobile enthusiast. Weaving words empowers me and helps me communicate my ideas with people and help them gain a perspective which challenges their own.
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