Only Kiss Can Tell A Flute Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The sculpted form might still be cute,
When kissed you find a fulsome flute.
To him that plays knowing not how,
Far better may sound an owl's hoot.
Metaphors thrown in for a wow
Seem like metre fitted in foot;
One can't be a classical cow
Dressed dandy, shaggy and hirsute,
Nor yet spiritual wearing jute,
Know this well and know absolute.
If one were musically mute,
Never would help the best of lute.
Intending to reap best of fruits,
Go invest right from now in roots.
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Ghazals |10.08.16 |