written by: Ipsita Banerjee
If a song could tell a story
what a tale it would tell…
Of sweaty nights and wild exploits
spouting from a bottle made in Hell.
Of lush kisses when it found a voice
Pouting lips that caressed it as it fell.
Of lonely nights clutching mottled sheets
Faces streaming with tears that music cannot quell.
Of the triumphant rise in crescendo
Echoing deeper than the Death’s sweet bell.
Of the moment that it came to roost
In the hearts of those who loved, where it would forever dwell.
Oh, if a song could tell its story
What a tale it would tell!