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Mouth Organ


Kaustav found a mouth organ

Among his gifts in class seven, that year,

Given by his dad

Amongst many other possessions near.


Silently he circled his dad,

Staring at the new thing.

How would be the usage of one chosen

To make his small heart sing?


Circling the organ yet once again --

He looked so small in the rift --

Examining each new treasure,

He got excited at his new gift.


Carrying it from room to room,

He kept it always near;

The silvery little tunes he played

Were such a joy to hear!


With years of many instruments

And much, much music made,

I wondered if he remembers

Those first notes he had played.


His eyes lit up as he recalled

The silvery notes, tone and fun --

The love for music he had gained

From that small mouth organ.