Thought can make us or mar us,
In my life i was worried,
I don't hate anyone anymore,
that gives me a lot of satisfaction and bliss.

Amidst the chaos,
I heard a known voice,
the whining stopped
i heard unheard melodies engrossed in bliss
this is the feast for my ears!

Thought can make us or mar us
but where is the time
the time chariot is coming behind
let me live my dream.

My stagnant life's pond
started whirriling around
its own rhythm that made me sound,
I engrossed in the bliss
this is the feast for my ears!

Iam happy for myself
iam happy for others
the world of strangers
I left behind
and there I see a known smile
I engrossed in the bliss
this is the feast for my ears! ! ! !

Tara Chettur

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feast-for-my-ears/