The flute

by C P Sharma   Apr 30, 2008


You! Daughter of Hollowness,
Born of bamboo tree,
Sing songs of happiness,
Keep me melancholy free.

When I am swelled with ego,
I breathe all fire in you,
You turn it into music,
With gladness me imbue.

You are never tired of
Channeling my mellow thoughts,
Singing melodies sweet,
You take to charming spots.

When I am Time torn,
You sing songs of eternity.
When I feel forlorn,
You are my fraternity.

You bring me message of Grace,
Immortality I embrace,
Music Divine you showcase,
To show my Master face to face.

You, Lord Krishana's Miss,
His lips you always kiss,
I enjoy the ambrosial sips,
When He blows music through your ribs.

Play on, play on, to you salute,
You become my lyre and lute.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Aryaan

    Your poem seems to me very old fashioned. very old fashioned style to write a poem. as i noticed your work doesn't look different. all the very same.

  • 15 years ago

    by Prasad Baadkar

    I love flute n remember how a girl of 8 years from Bangalore played that stunned each n every soul present in a inauguration show of The famous free homeopathic doctor of poor... Doctor Narayan Savant of Hari Om Trust.....

    U have choosen so many topics a very few even know existz n if foreign readers read this... tey would definitely like this...

    I wud request a few of ma frens to read ur writes, may b tey will find somrthing worthwhile n of knowledge..

    Sir... good work again...

    Keep it up,

    Best wishes,

    karan

  • 15 years ago

    by Abha

    This one is classical in its tone and structure...like Keats Grecian urn..the last lines Play on... Play on..
    Flute has been common with the Greeks..the reed or pipi as they call it, but our connotation of flute is with pure, serene love of Lord Krishna...the music is so enchanting that it sooths not only the sensual ear but our souls too as you ve mentioned in your poems...
    sool soothing lyrics and composition.

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