As a child, I heard melodies so sweet,
In every radio hindi song, my heart found its beat.
Rhythm would dance in my head, gentle yet free,
Whispering secrets only I could see.
My parents watched, their eyes aglow,
A spark in me they seemed to know.
With love and pride, they took my hand,
To my school music teacher, who would proudly stand.
After school, where others would run,
I’d prepare for my home class—my joy, my sun.
Sa, Re, Ga, Ma, Pa, each note was mine,
Every alap, every taan, felt so new and divine.
Hours dissolved in swaras so bright,
Each exam, a step towards the light.
Not just lessons, but life in disguise,
Suddenly my new dreams were on the rise.
Through every taal, my soul took a flight,
A journey of love, a path so bright.
For in music’s arms, I always knew,
I was alive, I was true. 🎵❤️
So here I sing, with love so deep,
A bond I'll cherish, a vow I'll keep.
For in your harkat-murki, I found my way,
And my classical riyaaz will never go away.
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