Krishna's Music for Justice
Where Carnatic's notes on temple walls reside,
A melody awakens, draped in Kalanidhi's pride.
T.M. Krishna, a voice that cuts through time,
Weaving music's magic with a spirit so sublime.
His renditions, rivers rich with history's flow,
Not just in rhythm, a conscience starts to grow.
He shatters gilded cages, tradition's aged decree,
Embraces justice, a symphony for all to see.
Like verses etched in Ashoka's weathered stone,
His music speaks of rights, where every soul is known.
Equality's raga, a soaring bansuri's call,
Echoes through the chambers, dismantle caste's high wall.
The mridangam's thunder, a drum for sacred ground,
A plea for balance, where nature's peace is found.
He sings of forests, emerald lungs that gasp for breath,
A protest is echoing, defying nature's death.
His voice, a metaphor, a veena's soulful cry,
Strikes down injustice with truth that cannot die.
Democracy's anthem, a jal tarang's gentle chime,
For freedom's nectar, a melody sublime.
The Kalanidhi, a weight that honours all he's done,
A recognition, not just for music, but the battles won.
To keep the raga pure, its message ever clear,
A symphony of conscience, year after a challenging year.
So let his melodies forever inspire,
A fusion born from tradition and righteous fire.
T.M. Krishna, the Kalanidhi's light shall gleam,
A testament to progress, a voice within a dream.
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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