The Café

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Drinking coffee while reading a book,
In a nice café with a fancy look,
On a table that was kept reserved,
I sat alone and simply observed.

Various people, various emotions,
Each with issues and their own notions,
Seeking a path of comfort and joy,
They sat, ate, laughed and enjoyed.

Sad forget his sadness, and
Worried gave up his madness.
Tired ones were rejuvenated,
As the negativity got isolated.

It wasn’t the food that they ate,
Neither was this any mystery or fate,
It was Music that casted the spell,
Making all minds happy and well.

As I sat alone and observed,
On a table that was kept reserved,
I saw the hypnosis taking place,
A doctor who heals without any trace.

I wrote on a page of the book I had,
Remember this day and always be glad,
No matter how you feel, happy or sad,
Good music is an invisible comrade.


-Music an universal language.

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