To My Piano Teacher
(Dedicated to my beloved piano teacher, Kamal Sir)
O, Lord! Thou string of mine lyre,
Have those hallowed notes well embraced,
In me, my soul, and all now graced,
By thy wisdom’ sovereign fire,
And repose I now, free of thoughts dire.
Thou who taughtest me wordless words,
And the silence of those dearer to birds,
Whose wings on music hale them higher,
Art the cause of The Existence, nub of my lay,
Begetter ‘f my talent, from my song that is clear.
For reverence I pay, though shrouded, each day,
And waxing art thou, to me, dearer than dear,
With the incantation of thy name each time I say.
O! Thou art not just a tutor, a dulcet mere!
AMANYU T.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written and composed. voted10 surya