Lights went off, <br />Partial darkness filled all over, <br />Mysteriously beginning the opera. <br /> <br />The soft music began. <br />It rose the scale with speed. <br />Yes, it has reached its peak. <br /> <br />The opera has begun. <br />But here, the curtains fell, <br />Soaking everyone in its music. <br /> <br />Drums started to roll <br />Audience clasped their ears, <br />Lights flashed on their faces with rhythm. <br /> <br />Monsoon, the purest of all operas. <br />The masterpiece, the art of Almighty <br />Neither Beethoven nor Mozart can come close. <br /> <br />Opera has reached its end. <br />Mother earth brightened in bliss, <br />Tears of happiness rolled down the leaves. <br />All applauded in their own ways. <br /> <br />So here comes the credits, <br />Lights by clouds while music by wind, <br />Rain did curtains while thunder did drums................<br /><br />Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-natural-opera/
