Bob, Bob, My Dear Bob, You Singing, Singing From Your Heart Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Bob,
Bob,
My dear Bob,
You singing,
Singing
From your heart,
Heart, heart,
Heart not,
Soul, soul,
Soul, soul too not
But as a singer,
Singer
Of heart,
Heart, heart,
Soul,
Soul, soul
So soulfully,
Soulfully,
Soulfully not,
So heartfully,
Heartfully,
Heartfully not
But a singer,
A singer too not,
But a guitarist,
A guitarist too not
But a musician,
A musician too not
But a composer,
A bandman,
A bandman,
Strumming,
Strumming
In company,
In company of his band,
Bob,
Bob,
Bob Dylan
And the music,
Music,
The music of life,
Life not
Soul, soul,
Heart, heart
Accompanied with the words
So musical and lucid,
Sonorous and melodies,
With the melodies breaking,
Melodies cackling,
Cackling,
Sounds breaking,
Breaking
With the accompaniment,
Accompaniment of instruments,
Musical instruments
Sung so nasally,
Slowly,
So nasally
And in a sonorous voice
Seconded by some golden voice
Of melody
Breaking forth
With the tunes fluting,
Bands going in rhythm,
Drums sounding,
Really a golden voice,
Golden voice, Bob,
Bob, you singing,
Singing in a God-gifted tune,
Tune,
A God-gifted organ voice
Of America.