Jun 2013
When I will get to meet her in that hostile real world,
When she'll introduce me to her tough skeptic world,
When she and me are together in the physical world,
When the clarinet'd sound as we marry in her world,
When the bed creaks up with our active night world,
When you give me the news & I feel top of the world,
When the baby's cries'd fill up our own pretty world,
When we imagine for our baby the best in this world,
When the baby laughs happily to our delightful tears,
When so I do not know but surely so in the real world.
When she'll introduce me to her tough skeptic world,
When she and me are together in the physical world,
When the clarinet'd sound as we marry in her world,
When the bed creaks up with our active night world,
When you give me the news & I feel top of the world,
When the baby's cries'd fill up our own pretty world,
When we imagine for our baby the best in this world,
When the baby laughs happily to our delightful tears,
When so I do not know but surely so in the real world.
The clarinet is translated in Hindi & Urdu and many other Indian languages as Shehnai.
The shehnai, or shahnai, is an Indian musical instrument played in ceremonial settings and in musical performances.
There have been many accomplished veteran shahnai players in the Indian history.
'Ustad' (an Urdu title meaning 'master of the skill') Bismillah Khan, also known as the 'Sanadi Appana' (Kannada for Shehnai master) in his home state of Karnataka is the most respected name in this field.
It is also played in the marriage ceremonies all across India.
My HP Poem #284
©Atul Kaushal
The shehnai, or shahnai, is an Indian musical instrument played in ceremonial settings and in musical performances.
There have been many accomplished veteran shahnai players in the Indian history.
'Ustad' (an Urdu title meaning 'master of the skill') Bismillah Khan, also known as the 'Sanadi Appana' (Kannada for Shehnai master) in his home state of Karnataka is the most respected name in this field.
It is also played in the marriage ceremonies all across India.
My HP Poem #284
©Atul Kaushal
