PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Very luminous you are
Brought the light,
The rays predominate
Over the night.

‘Living Legend’ you are
Hence no doubt,
Having you the world
Feels so proud.

How nicely you sing
All types of song,
Your style's singers’ grammar
It’s never wrong.

You sang on bangla
Being a non Bengal,
No rifts there were
If we find all.

Love, sad, emotional, romantic
Whatever the song,
You euphonize the melody
And music prolong.

So sweet your voice
Never heard before,
And it seems to us,
From that, melodies pour!

When anyone hear your
Divine magic voice,
Becomes your devotee
Without any choice.

You enriched the songs
Over the world,
Nobody’ll be like you
If time prowled.

Singing the songs is
Motto of your life,
Many ups and downs are
Seen in your life.

Practicing all the dawn
The songs prelude,
You enhance your voice
Which is matured.

You write the lyrics
By your own hand,
History’ll write you
In its vast land.

Good qualities are
Seen in your character,
Follies can’t touch you,
Any situation whatever.

You pray to Almighty
Through your songs.
You do it always
From the time, so long.

Nobody performs songs
Just like you,
Unique you are from
All point of view.

Entire the music
You create the soul,
This is the spirit
Of my life, whole.

Your merit, all over the
World has spread-
Your voice compels to
Stop peoples speed.

The sweetest voice you have
Concuss our hearts,
Your songs mitigate the
Philharmonics’ thirst.

You couldn’t sing three years
In the early sixties,
Though your glory had
Never decreased.

All over the world
Your songs are playing,
This is why peoples are
Always praising.

Three times the octave
Only you can sing,
Whenever you laugh
Water flows in spring.

You borne to make the
Songs modified,
Exhilarating the people, who are
Modern civilized.

Great artiste you are
Being very simple,
Who can overcome you?
Who is so able?

Once you weren’t left
From peoples condemn,
By dint of the virtues-
All you overcame.

For anyone you had
Never objection,
Till now you have
No obligation.

Melodious your songs
Solo, which are
Duets, you performed
Excellent they were.

You have no shebang
Of your own,
Prejudice can’t move you
From your position.

You belong to music
Never marry anyone,
Nonpareil you are,
And so, no one!

Whenever any list is
Having singers’ name-
Your name remains in one
Such is your fame.

A saint you are
Having melomania-
Songs are your life,
Whatever the milieu.

Your songs consists of
Spirit and power,
Very bright your fame,
Never comes lower.

Your songs are superb,
And indeed surpass-
The demand of our minds,
Our mental purpose.

As long the sun,
Shines in the sky,
Remaining in our hearts
You’ll never die.

All the actress feel proud
Performing your song,
India is so lucky,
As you with her, belong.

Every sector of the songs
You are the one,
All in all everywhere-
Unique and so on!

Star of the world
God-gifted genius,
Jewels are saying that
“You are most precious”.

“A mere watan ke logo…….”
You sand mellifluous-
Jawaharlal Nehru wept
Shedding his tears.

You modified the songs
Through many day-
Song lovers owe to you
They failed to repay.

Refusing to take the
“Film-Fair” award,
You made an example
All over the world.

Many places of countries
You sang sweetly.
This is why, you’re told
“The Queen of Melody”.

Doctorate degrees you get,
From many country.
“Maharastra Vushan” was given,
In your own country.

You sand superb songs
Languages are different,
All songs are unique
And never concurrent.

Juniors become happy
Having your caress-
Lucky persons get this
From you as parents.

Revering the music
You keep your feet bare-
The glory ransack you
With a great care.

Indian authority gave you
“Bharat Ratna” title.
Your songs have become
Musicians’ Bible.

Once some refused you
With lame excuse,
They again turned you back,
Those who refuse.

From the child hood
You suffered a lot.
Your merit is nothing but
A gift of God.

So great you are
Being a human alone,
Fulfilled your whole life,
In success along.

Oh! If I could see you
Just for one time-
That event would be
For me so prime!

In the long run, though
Your age is increased-
But the euphony in you
Has never decreased.

Peerless creativities
Alone you possess,
Still today you sing
Like a girl teen-age!

Your songs’ number is
Over fifty thousand!
All has become tired,
Who where competent.

In this whole world
Is there any man-
Hears your song but,
Not becomes your fan?

You did many things
For social well-fare
There’s no word to
Describe you fair.

For sake of melody
You sacrificed your life,
Your name’ll never perish,
And’ll always survive.

So paramount you are
‘Lata Mangeshkar’ the great-
And my tribute to you
I failed to interpret.