Poetry on FM 101

At the end of a weary day

I wait for an hour

Which takes me away?

With its haunting melodies and

Background notes

Those linger in the air

To years gone past

An hour of verses and quotes

Woven as exquisite notes

Strumming the heart and the soul

Seven weeks an association

Yet budding

Seems I have known you

From times beginning

Thank you 101 and you

DJ Shumail

For your voice is music

To my ears

As in the hour, life is

Ecstasy.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Our local radio station used to relay a poetry program of very high standards. The DJ of the hour long program made it worthwhile. I was its most regular caller and moved by its haunting melodies I composed this poem.

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