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The Folk Song

The Folk Song

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The distant strains of music

Wafts along with the air to my ears

I begin to move my feet

In tandem with the song


As the boy comes near,

I see the Banjo in his hand

His fingers pulling the strings

In accompaniment to his song


I can ken the wordings

They tell a merry tale

Of a cowherd and his longing

For a milkmaid with her pail.


The song is so beautiful

The melody so enchanting

It weaves magic on my mind

To enter the space divine


He calls it the Bulbul Tarang

I call it a magical wand

Casting a spell on my mind

Transporting it to heaven.


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