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| Photo Credit: Poets of the fall |
"Chords of yours break many Girls' hearts"
Said the Poet to Guitarist
"Hmm! But your Poetry travels free
With no strings attached"
Replied the Guitarist
"Yet, on a long bus drive,
Your kit attracts Passersby"
Admired the Poet
"What's the point, dear?
Without a song, none can even hum"
Smiled Guitarist.
"What's in a Song ?"
Smirked the Rhymer
"O yeah! What’s in a song
That Skylark's sing?
What’s in a Song
That holy hymns ring?"
Flayed the musician.
"When you play,
I see in their eyes, how much they admire;
I hear in their claps, how much they appreciate;
I feel in their dance, how much they felt;
How much they absorbed,
You got them all tangled in your fine music!"
Concluded the Bard
"For sure, you may miss your audience,
You may miss their tears,
You may miss their claps
And you may miss their dance,
But generations carry your poem in their heart
While my tunes are interred with my strings;
Whereas you transform, Dear friend!
I merely entertain"
bowed the Guitarist .
PaL
(Translation of above by my Mentor, Mr N S Murty is available here)
