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You don't like our music?
No, you will never know
Why we toss our heads,
Beaming beatitude,
When the voice, mosquito,
And the violin, ditto,
Tease a note to death -
Kwine - kwine -kwine -
And the drum beats punctuate the din.

Are we bored?
What a question!
The ankles hurt a bit,
But what a question!

Ananta Madhavan

Sunday, April 27, 2014

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In the 1960's music lovers from abroad liked to learn a little of Indian classical music, but the concerts were often improvised in tents, with listeners seated at ground level on carpets.

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Captain Herbert Poetry 27 April 2014

I studied World Music. I love your Music because it has depth and mystery. Nice to see your poem Please comment on my poems

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