Padmanabhan Ananth


Airport Beats - Poem by Padmanabhan Ananth

In a corner of the swanky airport
He sat cross-legged in comfort

He seemed of Caucasian descent
His face displayed deep content

He had a strange percussion device
Sitting on his lap like shell of tortoise

Whether it was of wood or metal
From its looks I just couldn't tell

He was calm, unhurried at his practice
Not a care about his curious audience

He played with such confident ease
Rare sounds his instrument did produce

It sounded wooden with hint of metal
As he used his deft fingers very subtle

I have never heard such divine sound
Such one existed I didn't comprehend

Shame my flight's 'final call' was on
To avoid 'no show', I had to run

Few minutes of listening to his music
Brought to me a rare sense of bliss

Later check told me it was The Hang*
Playing it for a happy me, him I thank!
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*A percussion instrument invented in Germany in 2000.


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(Written on Feb.7,2014)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 7, 2014



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