Sing with a full throat
that is all about
suppress not your voice
sing with a free choice
that was my master’s instruction
he opposed always the reduction
insisted on a fearless singing
his words still ring
as I go back to the years
when I used to be in tears
reluctant to attend his class
he never spoke anything rash
left me to engage in a play
slowly he pulled me into his sway
made me listen to the notes first
joined with him to complete the rest
He taught music in that manner
hoped, I would lift his banner
I failed to give him that satisfaction
it is too late now to extend any compensation
as he is dead and gone a decade ago
I have also gone grey in the go.
Meenas Poems 