The spell
... Here he comes Formally dressed A violin in the hand And with a smile on the face. Seats himself, as he does; Amidst the loud applauses— People cheer him up He hears smiles but replies not. As the show begins The violin is played Spirits are lifted, solaced And silence abides the place. Tunes, played one by one A note comes after the other Three hours pass thus But the enchanted lot knows it not. Hypnotized, as if they were Lost in a deep trance, Listened to the soulful music Peacefully; by the time that passed. He stopped at the end, Woke up from his seat Bowed his head But no claps heard. The unknown magic Had killed them all. --Ruchi Mishra ...