A Singer's Confession Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

I will return again and again
So long you will be waiting for me
To love to listen my songs

But in fact I am not a singer
I am just a medium, a flute
Dry, hollow with many holes,
Someone sings through me
And I feel myself glorified

I am not a singer
Only a servant to my master
fully surrendered
To serve you with his love
And inform him of your gratitude,
I am just a bridge
Joining both the banks of the river

The master is ever present
Here and now
And I am always in his hand
I am the song sung by my master
Without any interruption
For you to listen to attend his love.