Let’s come back to the present realities. With that, all that I can say: We were better off in those years passed by…when verse and sentiments held sway, with carefree abundance holding out. There was less of violence, hate and divisions and more of togetherness and free flow of the arts and creativity, of words and verse.Leaving you with Kerala’s celebrated rebel poet Balachandran Chullikad’s verse titled Ghazal:December 31In the music hall of the nightClubGhulam Ali singsI’m the singer of lost days …As the music flows, meltingUrdu with the pangs of separationInto the soft resonance of Ali’svoice…A long pent up melody of griefbreaks open the tremulouswindow of the harmoniumInside, the heart reverberateswithThe tabla of season less yearsAs Ghulam Ali sings …*****Also this verse of the last Mughal Emperor of India, Bahadur Shah Zafar (1775 – 1862), to give us the required hope as we move ahead from 2021:Ode to HindustanMatchless is the soil of HindustanIn it grow love, compassion, fidelityAs sure as the sun rises from the EastSo surges from this land sincerity.This is the true seed of Hind and from its earthThese fruits have spread across the world, far and wide. Views are personal
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