Black and white keys 🎹
Touch of Love
I see the black and white keys
Sitting along a chair with ease
Waiting for someone to sit
And make the room lit.
A girl entered
With a short silhouette and a big smile
Her hair flowing smoothly along her back
Making her way to the set
She sits calmly
Feeling the keys
The keys which wanted a touch of amity
To create a beautiful melody.
The girl with closed eyes
Placed her hands on the keys
She reminisces the song she loves
And starts to make the keys swirl
I have never heard of the melody she played
Felt like a memory lane in my brain
I felt each note and joy of the black and white keys
Which longed for touch with such peace
The girl saved the piano from desiccating
Making sure it felt the touch of reminiscing.
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Karan Randhawa
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