The Silent Gong - by Vaibhav Mohan
A while ago, but not so long
There lived a beautiful shiny gong
Its beauty was famous far and wide
And caused it a lot of arrogance and pride
Alas! There was but one concern
The gong was mute, to hear its sound all did yearn
To the gong, life felt purposeless and unfair
Always silent, in the throes of despair
Others would try to give comfort and advice
Even a broken clock is right twice -
And other such platitudes came for free
With each one of them the gong would disagree
A swarm of questions plagued its mind
Answers to which it hoped to find
Why can’t I be like my friends, the boisterous drum?
Or the happy guitar being strum?
Is the bronze on my back broken?
Is that the reason I haven’t yet spoken?
It traveled to lands far and near
With this cross that was hard to bear
One fine day on its quest
It met an old sitar that wouldn’t rest
Can you help me oh wise one!
My voice has come undone
One look and the sitar could see
Why the gong couldn’t fulfill its destiny
Your pride has made you blind
Which is why this axe you grind
All your life you have been solo
Which is why your soul is hollow
Why don’t you look around
A companion you need to create a sound
The guitar has a pick
And the drum a stick
Now the truth on the gong had dawned
A poor and humble friend it had shunned
It went back home to seek it out
Its mind no longer in doubt
A mallet is all I had needed all along
Without which I am so not strong
Once united, we shall sing a song
And the world will hear the sound of a gong
Just fantastic Vaibhav. Just beautifully original and superbly executed. Very fun, enjoyable and impressive.
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