Music And Melody Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Music And Melody

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With mouth flutes playing its magic
Children rush from their homes to listen music
Hardly few holes on its body but airing unforgettable melody
This art might have been blessed to few by almighty

Street singers are at their best with no grand show
Bare cloths on body and not enough scope to grow
Yet all blessings from almighty are showered on them
Music flows at its best as if the plant comes out from stem

Snake charmers and singers move with their old instrument
Very old in design with no show but can make you spell bound for the moment
No formal education or training in acquiring the folk music
It is all inherited with no rules and regulations or sans basic

You need lots of people to form an orchestra
Large band with scores of instruments extra
With observation of all standard rules
Mass is attracted with all attention in full

Whole life goes in it for acquiring the skill
It requires appetite from public with complete zeal
Music brings both the feet to dance at its tune
It belongs to all can be restricted by none

Music can be termed as divine flow
It carries music with air and blow
The gentle waves travel in all direction
Old people, young and children simply watch action

The street art has not died out yet
Falk tales and music has remained to date
We watch helplessly turning them into beggars
As there is no income for their children as learners

Like any other art this may also die out
It will be tale of yesteryears to talk about
Our culture, back ground and history has its root
Music and melody from old style can remain at top and shoot

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Sylvia Frances Chan Yes very sad indeed that the street art hardly don't exist anymore and so are the art musicians by nature who usually play or sing under the naked sky, so very pity, that these talented artists would soon be no more, since the corruption of talents have started. Our own society made them beggars and homeless. the decay of our planet has begun! Thank you so much for your precious write, we can learn from the poetry of the elder and the wise, through which we come to know a very lot. And sure with a strong togetherness we can still save all these old home-cultures, God be with us!

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With mouth flutes playing its magic Children rush from their homes to listen music Hardly few holes on its body but airing unforgettable melody This art might have been blessed to few by almighty

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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