In the concert  one  thought of the fine  music
Father and sons were making with their strings
With   two  drummer friends chasing  sound
Their fingers dancing on dead goat of years ago.
Father's string went after  sons, their strings,
With a behind girl of fine string to keep pace.

If only throat could give life  to strings of sons
That will go on endlessly after throat vanishes
But the strings would make noise for eternity,
An unbroken racket in the wild wastes of time.

(After listening to an exquisite music performance of a father and  sons team on sarod ,a fine stringed instrument -Amjad Ali Khan and his sons,Amman and Ayaan)

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