Monday, November 2, 2009

Amjad Ali Khan’s Sarod Recital












In the first
Brisk shower of rain
In a light drizzle,
Smiles a red rose,
A sky of mist and cloud -

Turning back
I saw
A shadow
Hunting me
And suddenly
Merging in
Its own shadow.

A rainbow
On the wall,
Whole universe frozen
In my window -

From the fingers flows
A river of shining rays,
Someone draws me
In the festival of melody.

From ‘Aur’
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