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Oct 2017
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.
Written by
Sumit Ganguly  Kolkata, India.
(Kolkata, India.)   
  493
     Imran Islam and AngshumanChakravarty
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