WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
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Wandering Singers is all about the folk singers and artistes of India and their troupes wnadering through the forest tracts and the streets, singing of some battle lost or some tragedy befallen.
i am in 6th class and this poem is in my book it is a lovely gorgeous beautiful poem ever i have listen its lines are heart touching
There is nothing as joy or sorrow to hold them back. They are but folk singers, wandering singers. Music is their passion and wandering is their life-style. They move from towns to towns, forests to forests, villages to villages. Where the night will spend, none can say it.