Music Band

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Music band still plays and hold good as part of procession Everybody prefer their presence in the opening up of session They are still good at playing old music with famous tunes It is general belief that good beginning brings the fortune I heard from distance lovely music of band May be they were the people dancing in marriage of friend It approached the street blaring tunes from the far end Wife was near and caught me mildly with the hold of hand We both were happy and slipped in to old memory it was cause of great concern at that time and matter of worry I had happily consented and agreed to marry Promised all the way to adhere to the responsibility and carry The days Passed off easily like water flow So peaceful, calm and quiet with maturity to grow No worry, tension but ready to accept natural blow Growth was fast but I kept pace little slow She had never become so emotional Held my hand with grip and intentional She wanted to say thanks with little sparkle Her grace was unique and very remarkable Do you have anything specific in mind? Do you want me something to find? “No” came an answer from her with little tears Separation at any time was cause of worry with fears why are you thinking on those irrelevant matter? Are you not well and feeling better? I asked “I think but on different lines” was her answer I have no clue but to offer suggestions fewer What if, you and I are separated never? Do you think it can happen in our life ever? How one can or may get along in world? Relation with all may freeze and get cold This sudden Volvo from her sent shiver in spine First time I felt it may prove true and she was not going to be mine Was her indication real for sudden departure? Was the fear for future was unwarranted and immature? I failed to catch nerves and grasp her real intention never before she has made any such mention this proved as something new and bolt from the blue I wondered and tried to know but found no clue It gifted me many sleepless nights was she correct in her own way and right? I wondered but soon felt warmth in her hand Music was dying away with passing of band

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