I was reading about the history of Gwalior Gharana in an interview with Pandit Laxman Krishnarao Pandit and came across this piece of history. What passionate people the days gone by have produced!
Poetry
And it was at that time… Poetry cameto find me. Don’t know, don’t know from where,it leapt, winter or the river.Don’t know how or whenno, not words, notvoices, not silence,but I was called from the street,from the branches of the night…
You lust,
after women, wealth and power,
after statues, plazas and towers,
What do you seek? Happiness?
I have nothing to say, but I want to write, so feeding the beast. Ignore me!
All the inanity that passes for lyrics these days in hip-hop, reggaeton, reggae and what not probably inspired this guy! Enjoy!!
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