A dream lets out a clarion call br For a song for all - you and me. br A song for all is sometimes not to be sung. br It needs no singer nor any music. br A song for all needs no listener either. br It`s often heard from within. br br A song for all is often silent br As no torrents thereof transmounts the minds. br A song for all sometimes cristalises into a mute babe. br Then it cries for our care later. br A silent wave of a song not sung br Craves for an entry into our spirit stubborn. br br The notes firm for a life time br Make the song unsung a nightingale sweetly dumb. br Your breath substantiates a life`s tale. br If I miss to feel it, I miss to hear a song. br Dear mortal enlightened, have a mind br To breathe your song into my indifferences. br br A song sung for ourselves for once br Will make the cuckoo nostalgic ever, br And she will come to our dwelling places br To absorb the new notes unlearnt earlier. br A song for all may be a dream, br But its mute riches have no reverses.br br M.