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FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): A MOMENT OF MAGIC: Satis Shroff

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): A MOMENT OF MAGIC: Satis Shroff : A MOMENT OF MAGIC  (Satis Shroff)   She had short, golden hair Tied neatly behind With a blue satin-scarf. Yet I saw her We...

A MOMENT OF MAGIC: Satis Shroff

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A MOMENT OF MAGIC  (Satis Shroff)   She had short, golden hair Tied neatly behind With a blue satin-scarf. Yet I saw her Wearing a diadem, A flowing satin gown, Like a princess.   A meek, submissive smile A movement of her fair hair Akin to a Bolshoi ballerina In moments of embarrassment and coyness. Her blue Alemannic eyes, Sweet and honest, Knew no intrigue, Neither treachery Nor rebellion. ‘I was brought up to obey,’ she whispered. Pure bliss and love sublime, A book you could read. Plain and straight, Not in-between the lines. An openness, and yet She's resolute and seeks Perhaps stability Or security?   A neglected childhood With pain and punishment. A legacy of the Black Forest Nevertheless, she remained Soft and tender, submissive and sincere. Not demanding and aggressive Ever alert and considerate.   Murmurs and sighs filled the air. Love became stormy and frantic. Sweat a...

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): SATIS SHROFF ON LITERATURE

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): SATIS SHROFF ON LITERATURE : SATIS SHROFF ON LITERATURE I could see Madame Defarge knitting the names of the noblemen and women to be executed. Dickens was a g...

SATIS SHROFF ON LITERATURE

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SATIS SHROFF ON LITERATURE I could see Madame Defarge knitting the names of the noblemen and women to be executed. Dickens was a great master of fabulation. I was ripe for those stories and was as curious as a Siamese cat I had named Sirikit, reading, turning page for page, absolutely absorbed in the unfolding stories.. The person Satis Shroff has various faces, of a singer, author, poet, medical lecturer, artist. Which face is near to your heart?   I like writing which means sitting down and typing what you’ve thought about. Writing is a solitary performance but when I sing with my croonies of the MGV-Kappel it is sharing our joy and sadness and it’s a collective song that we produce and that makes our hearts beat higher during concerts. When an idea moves me for days I have the craving to pen it. I get ideas when I’m ironing clothes and listening to Nepali songs or Bollywood ones. When I don’t have time, I make a poem out of it, for poetry is emotion recollected in ...