The Indian Harmonious Chords
Based on the great Indian soil,
Great rhythms created you from your toil-
Like the morning star made you shine,
The 'Rhythms' made you absolutely fine.
Of late youths seem oblivious to you beauty,
More prone to rock music's name-
What a sorrow ,what a shame-
And none interested to return thee thy fame.
The ancient 'Rhythms' gave you a grand place,
Making you full of beauty and grace,
Like an incense stick you engross the midst of the face,
You are much noble than any music of this race.
Let's have a humble try to revive its glory!
Surely will it protect from being stabbed by a gully.
Copyright © Sonnet Mondal World Poet | Year Posted 2008
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