Arijit Mandal

Rookie - 19 Points (17th December,1993 / Siliguri)

Music - Poem by Arijit Mandal

Close your eyes, let the breeze whisper in your ears
I'm standing ten feet off the ground,
I can hear them everywhere.
Down flow the stream from the melting pines,
Rippling through the mountains with the tick of time.

let the grasses feel your naked feet,
Let the kiss of dew add on to the beat.
Its nature who's calling you
To let create music of your own,
To give way to an artist, mankind had ever known.

Hear the soft appreciation from the leaves,
As the evening breeze blows by,
Curtains closing, The sun is setting,
It's high time o bid goodbye.


Comments about Music by Arijit Mandal

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/26/2015 2:31:00 AM)

    Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011


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