krishnan s hariharan
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Organ And The Lute
There in walkway, behind the shacks
Lay this small organ.
Green and blue of cheap plastic bought from a local cart.
Broken beaten and dusted, may be once
Flowed out of it a soothing note.
Maybe some one played it and a little girl danced.
Thoughts of camphor bring back notes of a certain lute
Fastened by strings of an anxious heart, and tuned by hope.
Once a drop of blood was spilt and lies within the lute
Dusted, like the small plastic organ.
On it I had played many a tune in anticipation
On forlorn evenings that notes might reach
My love ...