Dear old drummer, play the drums, Till your fingers turn totally numb, My feet willingly follows your beat, your tune finds,in my heart, a seat! The thundering of your drums and the jingling of my anklets, They mingle together and the message is spread, The rhythm of nature has been set free, It pours out the colours through you and me!
Such a common query,leaves you all weary, so the one who knows it all,now pay attention to her call!
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton