It was composed so dramatically
Can’t criticize with my limits
It hums the voice of paradise
Lyrics are subtle and sincere
It composed to cherish the life
It propagated with all the verve
It echoes all around
To delight yet never again
Reached the land in a whisper
Explore the world and dwell inside
Exceed the hurdles dramatically
And passionate in the charm of life
What created is so unique
The breathe that mark on universe
Fanatic ways that is substantial anyway
It never after takes the form that should
What created is splendid
It never swaps or regains the origin
Propagated and need to dwell here
What happened is on a nostalgic way! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
music and human life are so similar...what composed is so profound...it cannot recompose to that level...what happened or sang is just a nostalgia always....to my view when i hear a song(especially Yesudas sir) / a beautiful song what i feel is who is there/will be there to replace that sweet voice...just a tribute to that music...