What did it take for you to bare
those teeth like pearls
in the face of graceless jeers
that once greeted them?
What did it take to stare
and breathe life into
a thousand upturned faces,
your sceptre raised like a microphone?
What did you bring back
from sunny Zanzibar, wintry Panchgani,
failed bands and aborted careers
in industries where no songs were sung?
When did you learn that your voice
could plunge fathoms deep
from rocky peaks
and make those who loved
their radios weep?