For Ghulam Ali Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Ghulama Ali's is a golden voice
Spanning sad and sombre lyrics of human heart and love
Tinged with the pain of humanity
Recollected from going down memory lanes
And the corridors of remembrances
Walking on the terraces and balconies of life.

How sad and sweet the voice is,
How the lyrical notes
Taking over,
How the silent weeping
Painting grief and pensive reflection
With the falling tears
Trickling down the cheeks!

It is but the heart's voice,
The soul's voice,
Pain's voice, grief's
Overtaking the self.