Lasting impressions are snapping at the elasticity of my
mind, strengthening and taking it beyond boundaries of
it's vibrant intellect.
Savoring tasty morsels of notes as they beat incessantly
into a system of calculated etchings, carving their way
into my mind.
Giving an interesting array of talent from the far East,
banishing the negative attitudes that many have taken
towards India.
This music is erasing it all and blending in depths of
rhythms, a silent violin is being introduced, a silent
cello and many others by Yamaha.
Instruments I have never even heard of, along with amazing
facts, a 'mosing', a 'jaws harp' also, being introduced to
me for the first time in my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem