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After an Evening of Indian Classical Music...

This little man, This shake of hair and shoulder life. A smile, a grin on the last improvised beat. This finger wonder, palms retreat with a snap as the santoor speaks This collage, this voice a million men in two The tabla aches to begin Shall we listen hard my friend?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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