It’s not the sound of music , nor the sound of drums , not the sound of the strings from violin , no , not the sound of fingers playing on the piano .

It’s not the sound , bringing peace and harmony , to one’s heart and soul , to awaken the oness with nature , to the silence and stillness in one’s life , music to listen .

The harsh sound , banging and banging , day and night , from hammers , destroying peace and restful ness , of the neighborhood , emanates from the workmen .

They , for petty wages , to feed for them selves and their families , engaged in bringing down the house , no more a home , for the family in dispute to share the piece of land .
SHARE IN THE PROPERTY
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