My grandpa listened to 'rpm' records
closed his eyes
and bathed in the shower of music.
My mom took us to concerts,
played cassettes in tape recorders
and the tunes paved our way to growth.
My children are used to view music
silent imagination of old days lose trail,
baton of flight of fantasy rests on choreographers.
9th October,2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great description of the evolution of music and musical taste through the ages. silent imagination of old days lose trail, baton of flight of fantasy rests on choreographers. Thanks poet. 10++++
Thank you for your appreciation of the poem 'Video Of Tunes'.