SYMPHONY OF LIFE (A POEM)

Voices within and voices without 
Each disrupting the other. 
Sometimes in silence, 
Loud and clear the next time. 
And reaching at the conclusion remains 
A distant drum-beat. 

The more attempts made to grasp its notes 
The more discordant it appears. 
Life has the only breathing-space left 
The mid-point or the intersection 
Of voices: within and without 
Each disrupting the other 
And the music is born 
Devoid of harmony, but eternal in nature 
We call it- 
Noise –The symphony of life.