<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451297" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A unequalled melody - for Sandra Fowler! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink<br>As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips.<br>Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace.<br>Go back home to the rhythm of my breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> At dusk, In company of poetry<br> Sit on the brown parquet floor, earnestly<br>It has come from distant lands to reach me.<br>Would you believe, words too have wings? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Before the music ends', melody stirs<br>The long forgotten notes of Jal Tarang.<br>Eyes closed, am spellbound by sheer elegance<br>Of images; right word in the right place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Jal Tarang is an ancient musical instrument. Cups of varying sizes, made of bronze or porcelain are filled with water. The pitch is changed by adjusting the volume of water in the cup. The number of cups depends on the melody being played. Bowls are arranged in semi circle in front of the player so he can reach them easily. He softly hits the cup with a wooden stick on the border to get the sound. it require great skill to produce right notes.Jal means water and tarang i think waves of sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451297" data-title="A unequalled melody - for Sandra Fowler! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips. Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace. Go back home to the rhythm of my breath. At dusk, In company of poetry Sit on the brown parquet floor, earnestly It ha..."></div> </div> </div>

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