Poet : Jotsna Jari
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A lot of dignity
in my childhood song
I wonder where it's all gone
so I'm searching.
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I had smile in morning &
a flute in the afternoon
Then friends & relatives were near by
everyone walked together.
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The sweet paintings of
my dreamy eyes...
they all disappeared
from me one by one.
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In the swing of tear & smile
my wooden horse used to run
Today my Veena of life
is wrapped in water waves
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Yet my dreams are looking
for own home.
All human shall be mine...
none shall be strangers.
But my dreams
looking for own house
All people shall be mine
none shall be strangers.
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[ N. B-
The Veena , also spelled vina comprises various chordophone instruments from the Indian subcontinent.
Veena has applied to stringed instruments in Indian written records since at least 1000 B.C.E. ]
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