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The Untold Story of a Sitar 1 of 3

The Untold story of a Sitar 1 of 3 . . Few days back I got hold of a strange gift Of an old and slightly broken antique Sitar It must be older than Seven to eight decades Or maybe it came to see the first light On Earth Around a century ago. 01 . My heart was throbbing and almost jumping To think and imagine That I posses something Of unprecedented beauty and melody With an untold story Still breathing In its heart. 02 . Thinking that I may get success In adding again A replacement of those Strings and knobs Which may bring back All its missing tunes and music Which the Sitar has lost With the passing Of many decades of time When the Sitar got forlorn and neglected And gradually It lost some of its most essential And dear body parts. 03 . One day I was watching it minutely To appreciate The beauty of this antique Sitar When I suddenly found A name ‘Tan’ written On one of its broken keys And unknowingly I began to anticipate That with the perhaps With the passing of time The Sitar would have shifted From the soft hands Of its first owner Whose name was perhaps ‘Tan’. 04 . And surprisingly This name ‘Tan’ was still Faintly visible Written on one of the broken knob Of that antique Sitar Which I happened to posses now. 05 . I imagined and presumed That perhaps It’s unseen owner Tan May had left that beauty mark By writing her unique lovely Name ‘Tan’ Which still appears to be Singing silently and shining dimly After many ignored decades The untold love story of Tan. 06 . That faintly written name Appeared to me As the last impression and effort Of a beautiful skilled Musician woman in love To immortalize her name & musical lore’s By mildly engraving that name On one of the knob Of this beautiful Sitar Which for me was No less precious Then the Grecian Urn Which was spreading the same Beauty and stillness With a difference That the Sitar was still capable To reproduce The vibrations of all those sweet melodies Which got lost on this unique Musical instrument of the last century With the passing and change of time. 07 Ravindra Kanpur India 13th April 2016

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Date: 4/29/2016 3:42:00 PM
What a delightful way to describe this old instrument and the thoughts that it also evokes, Ravindra. Something like that takes you for a journey into the past...musing and wondering about all the stories that sitar has to recount, especially about the musician who surely must have made good use of it. Full marks to you! ~ Regards // paul
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Date: 4/18/2016 3:23:00 AM
I am enjoying this intriguing story so much. I have a baby grand piano that is 100 or more years old. It has seen night clubs and recitals and accompanied possibly famous singers. Cigarette burn marks dapple parts of her frame. I rescued her from sitting on her side propped up against a wall at an elementry school for the cost of movers. I named her Anastasia and she has found her last home and much love with us. On to your next poem. So far I am loving it! ; )
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Date: 4/17/2016 10:07:00 AM
Beautiful and unique, I came back to read the first part... Ravindra...you've given so much in the untold story... a blessing to read... Linda
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