A fluttering song awoke by quickening¹
In the radio’s womb and gently spoke;
Onto the smoldering sprightly Maru Bihag²
Did my heart crawl and hug daintily

Notes magical, wafted by the gentle breeze,
Floated like soft petals with gaiety and ease;
Flowing by my side O Music Divine
Oft you pull me and entwine caressingly

(Self rendering of my Telugu poem titled Naada Mahima)

1.Quickening = The first movements of foetus in mother’s womb
2.Maru Bihag = The name of a raga in Hindustani classical music