The Elegance called Ghazal
Ever so slowly it silently sublimes
As effortless as the mild windchimes
We innocently seek its flavor
Like a baby, breasts who nuzzles
Beckoned lovingly by the mother
The Elegance called Ghazal
It gently places its introduction
Among so very gentle beats
And then itself it suavely repeats
Repeats and yet again repeats
Much like the damsel who throbs our hearts
Every moment afresh, Oh what a puzzle
The iterations don’t vex us but soothe
Defining The Elegance called Ghazal
The recapitulations culminate into something so
Obvious that even a child would know
And yet through that very uncultured simplicity
Full of poise and effortless serenity
As opposed to, the sometimes pompously artistic
Classical songs rich in nuanced musical troubles
Haunts the hearts of common folks
The Elegance called Ghazal
It goes on creating climaxes of no climax
Unriddling the riddles, minds which hardly tax
Reeking in predictability, every concluding line sings
And yet far above the lowly clouds of boredom
The ever-renewing beauty of the lyrics spread their wings
Like lovemaking with the beloved
Essentially the same and yet full of springing newness subtle
It embraces, bewitched, and enchants us
The Elegance called Ghazal
