Musical and the literary worlds together shower flowers on bob Dylan on this special occasion of confirmation of this year’s Nobel Prize for literature. Not just as an creator of literature but also as a poet he has achieved this. Nobel jury has risen above the Ptolemy and has endorsed that poetry is also literature. We could term this as a premier without precedence.
Dylan has started his career with his Folk songs in the night clubs to this noble achievement. This peps up the creators of literature across the globe.
It is evident that literature doesn’t live in the books alone but rises as an fine art form.
Along with the voices of the world Dylan words resonates everywhere for World peace, war against the war and human rights.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
What did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of thunder, that roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’ (Hahaha)
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard (Hard) and it’s a hard (Hard)
And it’s a hard (Hard), hard, hard, hard (Hard)
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall (Fall)
To the wishes pouring from around the world to Bob Dylan who sang about the tears of the downtrodden, I append this Tamil Wish.