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    The Song

    Wandeeimg through the land of woods, one day, I heard
    In the valley beyond the rill,
    A voice so melancholy, so shrill
    And went forward into the land below,
    And saw a maiden, dressed in yellow.
    Busy reaping the crop, she sang,
    In the sweet unnoted tone..
    And I stood there, movelessly,
    Listening to the agony in the song
    In a vernacular tone, it was set
    And I knew not of it.
    But I stood there, listening....

    ©Syed Momin Iqbal