A Catholic mother with Irish roots
Babe in the womb with an Indian view
Sitars, tablas, tambura drum
Heard in a terraced house with outside loo
Pandit Ravi Shankar in Srinagar
On the tranquil Dal of cool Kashmir
Teaching the Sitar to a Liverpool man
Tuning its music to a Western ear
One tour of Europe, seven, UK,
Three in America, world celebrity
Club dates, radio, TV shows
Ashram of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
Status brought horror and a knife attack
Forty stab wounds What price fame?
To the Quiet Beatle, the gardening man
Evil frequently stalks acclaim
Norwegian Wood- this Bird has Flown
Cancer claimed him, turned to ash
Given to the Ganges and Yanuma waves
Hare Krishna: All things must pass
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