Thread by @kansaratva

As shadows of the night grew long,
We gathered round the radio new;
Our breaths held for the latest song,
And then your soulful notes came through! /1 #Latājī

The voice, O! lovely lilting voice!
We swayed our heads and closed our eyes;
The dulcet tones, what simple joys,
In that moment we touched the skies. /2

In some place else, a different time,
A time of youth, table for two;
The empty chair, a wistful rhyme,
And cold became the cup of brew. /3

"Sorry," she said, "O sorry, dear!"
A song then played like magic fair;
Your mellow voice for hearts to hear,
A poetic answer to my prayer! /4

The longing turned to longer sighs,
As days and nights the cassette rolled;
The dreams were mine in wistful eyes,
The voice was yours, a friend of old. /5

And then the day of life arrived,
Of song and dance and theft of shoes;
At times we laughed, at times we cried,
Your songs then turned from mirth to blues. /6

In ups and downs that life had thrown,
The tiffs amidst the daily chores;
And moments that we made our own,
Your voice remained a constant force. /7

A little one with lovely eyes,
Our life revolved around her deep;
Until we hummed your lullabies,
She stubbornly refused to sleep. /8

In festive nights and days we prayed,
And wafted high your voice refined;
A bhajan, kīrtan, ārtī, made
A prasād, so to speak, divine. /9

Up high in mountains snowy cold,
The bravery of our soldiers shone;
Your voice brought us those tales untold,
We prayed for daring souls unknown! /A

From gramophones to streaming apps,
Your voice remains the soul of time;
Years and decades will elapse,
Yet will remain, the voice sublime. /B

As shadows of the night grow long,
We gather round with headphones new;
Our breaths held for that charming song,
And then your soulful notes come through! /C//