Hey everyone! It is me K.G., can’t you see? lol. I know my posts as of late have been sporadic. Some of you might know I am also the general manager a Some Unique Magazine so I have to split my time the best way I can. Which isn’t always equal sad to say. But a great thing has come out of this is me showcasing our writer’s well written articles. Also you can visit our magazine page and enjoy many more writings from various viewpoints and subject matters.
As for today here is an interview conducted by SUM writer Sa’ad Ahmed Shaikh about India’s Hip Hop sensation ; ADY PRADHAN! Check it out and check out vid for worldwide entertained that as a music lover you will certainly enjoy.
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ADY PRADHAN ~
INDIAN RAP ARTIST/PRODUCER
Our guest today is a bright young talent from India, Ayad Pradhan, or as he likes to call himself, “Ady.” Ady is currently pursuing an Arts degree, but devotes a better part of his time to writing and composing music–his passion. Don’t let me tell you, let’s hear it from the man himself.
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Sa’ad Ahmed/SUM: S.U.M is delighted to have you, Ady. Thank you for agreeing to the interview.
Ady: Delighted to be here, too. It’s wonderful what you’ve started here. I really appreciate it. Thanks for having me over.
Sa’ad Ahmed/SUM: Thank you. Let me first start by asking… Why do you prefer Ady instead of Ayad? That’s always a good story.
Ady:Honestly, I didn’t even think about it. We were just sitting, me and…
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Welcome everyone to Friday Night Poetry Corner! Its been awhile so let’s get started. Here is piece by a gifted poet name Kevin Brown called–Last Red Rose. Read this and you might find what love is from many points of view.
She braced herself -
For the cold seasons ahead,
As if some inherent thought,
Had encouraged self-preservation,
Against the spirit of change.
A multitude of thorns,
Covered her slender stem,
Self-protection was key,
Starting as she had.
A small seed,
Who clawed her way from the dirt,
A beauty once unseen, watched,
As others bloomed and wilted,
Before her eyes.
And now she grows eternally,
Anchored in my soul,
Stronger roots, endless possibility -
For I, see beyond her thorns,
She is a single red rose,
Taken in from the cold,
Placed upon a pillow.
Kevin Brown © 29.01.2016