Music From Penury
He was destined
To shoulder the family
That left in penury
As his pappa breathed last!
He had the legacy
Not of the wealth
But of the rich music
That his pappa gave!
He was introvert
And still continue to be
An introvert even on
Arrival of luck unending!
When he loitered
The streets with gnawing
Hunger and thirst
The music in his veins
Roared and roamed
And he sang aloud
That reverberated
The sorrow and misery
Of the poor
And awesome penury!
It was life's philosophy
The dire rough facts
That made him
To wove the rhythm
The art of music magic
That even stopped
The running 'time'
To halt and listen
And move again enjoying
His mellifluous music
That mix the folklore
The divine music
The African jungle music
The nerve tingling music
That finally gave birth
To a new born music!
He turned into
Alla Raha Rehman!
He uttered: Bismillah
Al-Rahman, Al-Rahim!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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