Poems by
Soham Bose

Somewhere while listening to Vivaldi

a poem by Soham Bose

A tune it touches sleep
Blue grass, red sky and sleep;
My fiddler rest awhile,
You have no rest;
You have no sleep;
Here rest your mind,
Come, sleep and dream awhile-
And now my man, old man
Old man with tuft on head
My dancing man; old man,
With rose in hand come play.
I have no heart nor love
The tune it touches sleep;
Old man come play a while,
Your dance so wild;
Your feet so swift;
Old man come play awhile.
We shall now play and dance,
So wild, so swift in guise;
But softly shall we dance,
For here my fiddler lies.