ARIJIT
The lad of Jiaganj, the son of Bengal
Who's voice reverberates among all hearts,
Who's melody binds what borders divide
And creates symphony amongst all parts.
Who commands music, like a divine master
Who's vocals bring up an emotional flood,
The man who made all those eyes moist
Who had ever felt music in blood.
The genius who faced, multiple rejections
Yet never submitted to the volatile fate,
And fought the best anyone could have done
With purest passion and perseverance.
Who's mythical sound rejoices the nature
Who's experienced touch rejoices the chords,
That praises of him, are the only aftermath
Praises from the earth and praises from the Lords.
An apexed legend of the century
Yet so humble and down to earth,
Who chooses his roots over stardom
And never ignores his values of birth.
Juxtaposed with qualities that are rarest today
And a big heart full of true compassion,
An idol and a man with virtues of praise
A praiseworthy soul, of the nation.
An inspiration for the youths of today
A magician of the rarest supreme,
And rightfully called the King of Melody
My earnest salute to Arijit Singh.
- Lucifer
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