How we learned our songs. A Poem by Goirick Brahmachari

Before the internet came
we skipped our meals,
pickpocketed our fathers,
sold old tapes,
and gave up our weekly rituals :
like momo eaters’ competitions
and morning biker’s tea,
to save one hundred twenty five bucks
and to collect our songs
Much later, 
we bicycled through piracy
across unnamed record shops
where fat tape recorders
could customize our compilations.
Then came Napster
And then came the YouTube
With torrents though,
our hard drives exploded
like never before
A thousand folders of songs that 
no one listens to
continue to accumulate.
The broken short wave radio 
that stayed with me since
I learnt my first song, 
now, does not allow 
FM frequencies to trespass through it,
almost, in revolt.
Goirick Brahmachari lives in New Delhi, India. He hails from Silchar, Assam. His poems have appeared in various Indian and international magazines.
Further reading of his work can be found at Poetry Life & Times & Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop the Babble of the Souk