Vishal Dutia

The chair stood silent, unmusical and bare,
No melody or rhythm could it share.
Discordant and out of tune, it remained,
Harmony and symphony, it disdained.

The orchestra played on, a beautiful composition,
While the chair sat still, in silent opposition.
Its dissonance and cacophony, a stark contrast,
To the beauty of the music, unsurpassed.

But despite its lack of musicality,
The chair remained a symbol of stability.
A steadfast presence in a world of sound,
A quiet reminder to keep both feet on the ground.