The Violnist

On the bridge of a railway station,

head bowed, immersed in music:

violinist in meditation.

Notes hushed in this place awash with human rush-

Most seem unaware of his presence,

some drop a coin once a week,

and those who pause are his audience.


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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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