See,
I am on
Descending gait
With the unique style,
No match.
Enjoy dear,
Bhava and rasa
Here in life.
The melody,
The rhythm,
I am the poet here,
The vocalist.
This earth,
As we are,
Is a music museum,
Just listen to it-
All attractive
With taan patterns.
All living and life.
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