In The Form Of Music

Tens of people find hard questions,
Understanding them entails thoughts
As their complexities unravel the beauty
Of time as it enters and exits
The space around us,
As it does end and finish with grace.
Singers find decimals and other numbers
In the form of sound,
This metre of space has sounds
In the rest of the evening
And the coming dawn.

Tens of people musically overcome
Their time in life, their living signals
Are emitted from the strength of tallness,
How are they strong in their height?
How do strong minstrels force their noise?
Why do they sweat and see the real song?

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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