The Mozart
Percussion is his mother tongue,
But his tunes are better than the strings.
He speaks with the touch of music,
But he is Vague, Bold and Vigorous.
But his tunes are better than the strings.
He speaks with the touch of music,
But he is Vague, Bold and Vigorous.
His magical notes are sometimes followed by a huge roar of applause
And unimaginable showers of blessings.
And unimaginable showers of blessings.
The vibrato of his tunes are wavy
And strikes the chord at perfect junctures.
And strikes the chord at perfect junctures.
He creates harmony without harmonium
And stages his show without any orchestra.
With the legacy of his magnificence,
He drums away the sorrows.
And stages his show without any orchestra.
With the legacy of his magnificence,
He drums away the sorrows.
Welcoming the heart throb;
Epitome of dynamism;
Mozart of the Mozart,
The Mystical WIND.
Epitome of dynamism;
Mozart of the Mozart,
The Mystical WIND.
©Varalakshmi Dwaraknath
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Varalakshmi
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