A Gifted Sitar Supprest

At long last regained she has her voice, But a gifted soul wilts without choice; And what her affront was? Lauder she drew applause, Ego played spoil-sport with wanton toys, All for his envy's cause, A case of losing poise, A man kills his wife's joys. ______________________________________________________ Inklings of the malady were sure there. People talked in hushed tones. What was guessed long ere has now come true. The wife of a Bharat Ratna sitarist and his guru's daughter admitted that she retired from public life because her husband didn't like that she drew forth more applause than him. How sad! A gifted sitar had to get muted. ______________________________________________________ Happenings | 04.09.14 |