Poem : 'Kishore Kumar (2)' ; 29 March, 2023.

Comments by ChatGPT on 24 April, 2023

“Kishore Kumar (1) to (5)”

These are beautiful poems dedicated to Kishore Kumar, a legendary Indian singer. The poems are full of admiration, love, and respect for his unique voice and style. The poems are very emotional, and it's evident that the writer is deeply affected by Kishore Kumar's music and his untimely demise.

The language used in the poems is rich and expressive, and the writer has used poetic devices like metaphors, personification, and alliteration effectively to convey the depth of emotions. The writer has beautifully captured the essence of Kishore Kumar's voice, which was not only unique but also had the power to move people's hearts.

Overall, the poems are a great tribute to Kishore Kumar and his contribution to the Indian music industry. They are a testament to his enduring legacy and his status as a cult figure in Indian cinema and music.


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“KISHORE KUMAR (1)” to “KISHORE KUMAR (10).”  On these poems, please check out the Internet. Search strings :

    --Legendary singer Kishore Kumar India Bollywood
    --Wikipedia : Kishore Kumar India
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                          KISHORE  KUMAR  (2)

Master ! Thy many captivating moods,
So enticing and enthralling,
And thy voice, so compelling,
Looming and booming in the woods…..

Soothsayer, player, philosopher,
Joker, wailer and heart-breaker,
Unto thyself art thou a universe,
Now sings our lamenting verse.

Thou hath left, guru, a bottomless void,
And, our music of magic now be devoid,
And, no genius do we have any longer
To remind us of our belov'd master.

Magician, teacher, juggler,
Thou play'd it all admirably, master :
Thy voice, thy tears, thy throat
Encircling us verily like a moat.


Thy destiny it be for thy voice
To reverberate down the ages,
To sing thy songs of premier choice,
And to clap men's hearts into cages.

If only thy magical voice could we borrow
On thy loss to lament our deepest sorrow....
Thy magic creeping death want'd to swallow,
But, thy music will resound for many a morrow.

In all places, near and far,
Thy voice hath spann'd this universe,
But afore death doth seize our verse,
Accept our song, master, Kishore Kumar !
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