THE STREET SINGER
1) Her song, an epic of life-long
Struggle to keep the threatening death
At bay; a deficient yet surging breath
An effort to survive, to prolong.......
No shame or shyness to conceal
The naked voice or body to reveal;
2) Music burst forth to beg for bread;
A piercing voice without any dread;
No pause or break in tone
No trace of deep suffering moan;
She regaled people with ringing voice
Uncaring of rude mocking noise;
Unmindful of loud sneers and shouts;
Her song poured forth in vibrant swing
Of raging rhythm flouting all doubts
To drag her life, she has to sing and sing;
3) A figure in rags with brownish hair
Roughened by blows of fate unfair;
With stretched palms she flitted from door to door;
Inhuman silence her voice tore
Straining her nerves to the utmost pitch
Squeezing the hearts---depraved and rich.
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24th May, 2015 Somaseshu Gutala
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