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The Untold story of a Sitar 2 of 3

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Although
Time had not forgotten
To leave its immortal impressions
On this unique piece of hand work  
Where 
The winds of change
Had blown without forgetting to rub
It’s hot and cold brushes
To gradually vanish everything 
Which falls 
In the hands of time. 08
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While I was trying to understand 
What that name ‘Tan’ 
Was silently trying to tell to me-
The first meaning  
That came to my mind
Was the Hindi word “Taan” or Tan
Which means 
A Tune, a song, a melody, 
Or a zeal and a mania
Which fills our life with the passion
To live and love. 
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Then ‘Tan’ gradually turned into a color 
Which make the human life 
More beautiful, lovely and adorable 
While adding 
The layers and beauty of the Rainbow
So that we can see and watch 
The varying beauty of body and moods
Through the shining beams of 
Of different colors
Which makes new variations and shades
As per the thinking of the Poet and Artist. 
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These colors can also be seen hidden 
Like a treasure
In the amazing layers of a Rainbow
And in the Poetic lore's 
Of  all those great poets and writers
Whom we read and adore 
As our role model.  09

It has been given 
As the loftiest gift of God 
To every artist and musicians
To every poet, writers and singers
Or I can say to every human
In general
Provided they use it with a pious heart. 10

Only then these colors began to show its shines
When beauty began to embrace
The arms of truth
And music comes out 
In every song and poem
Soothing the hearts 
Of all those 
Who are in grief and sad.  11
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And later on I found
That ‘Tan’ also means God
A word which we feel 
More in our heart and soul
Than to define it 
Through the logics of mind
Which has inspired
The human hearts
Through unseen and unknown ages
Filling it with the joy of life
Which creates 
The brightest ideas and emotions
To make our mind and soul 
Feeling like singing and dancing
Overwhelmed by the beauty 
And effect 
Of this very name of God
Which we breathe,  love and 
Adore in our hearts.  12
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My thoughts were trying to tell
That Perhaps it could be 
The name of a girl 
Who was an exceptional musician
Who used to charm 
The world of that era
When things and people 
Were totally different
And life and love used to be so simple
To explore, to offer and share it
In those smaller gatherings
Where people used to meet, 
To share and to sing
The joys and sorrows of their hearts
And to listen to others 
While they play 
A Sitar, a flute or a Piano.  13
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Or a Spanish Guitar  
While singing Songs
Unlike the solitary heart of Ruth
Who used to sing? 
In her own aloofness
Without anyone to hear 
The cries of her heart 
While wandering among the flowers and plants
And talking to them 
As if they were her best soul mates.  14   ... to continue 

Ravindra

Kanpur India 14th April 2016
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