Hari and Veena's story
Just as he sang for the first time in the morning, The sun came out to greet him, The whole of Ganges danced on his tunes, And the gentle dance witnessed by one and all, The non believers embraced faith, And the faithful chanted Hari hari bol, The river prayed may he forever sing, And on a gentle boat, a woman named Veena fell in love with him. Such are the songs of love, No one knows where do they began or end, They met in the bylanes of Kolkata, Hari and Veena, Like a simple poem completing for the first time, Voice of Hari and the soft strains of Sitar, It was another world, their little world, And hari fell for Veena , The River ganga rejoiced, And the sunset bloomed with golden colors, When the two shy lovers met, But time is a real teacher, Hari couldn't choose the fight, To fight for his country, Or to fight for his love, The strains of sitar wept softly in the night, As hari left for strange lands, Veena heartbroken, her Calcutta empty without Hari, She started learning t