The drummer

I can hear the rhythm that beats in my blood.. relentlessly deafens my ears fills my mind I cannot hear what you say or what you think ... what you opine again and again I just keep marching .. and marching ... and marching..

Indrani

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer?”