Thursday, October 24, 2013

'I have not kept address, o mind mine',

'I have not kept address,
O mind mine,'
And several numbers like that
He had left on air
To shine,
Forever,
Till we care to sing,
Till we care to listen,
Till we dare to tap on tables in classrooms,
Till we gather together our trodden bereaved souls,

'I haven't kept the address
O mind mine,'
And
Countless images He had left there
On air,
For us,
And those songs would glitter
They would surely glitter,
In our eyes,
In our sighs,
In our hopes,
In our coffee houses,
Till we care to sing,
Till we care to listen,
To rhythms
Of life.

[Note : a tribute to Manna Dey,(1st May,1919-24th Oct, 2013),the awesome singer of our times and beyond. ]

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