Do Not Play Thy Flute Poem by Bharati Nayak

Such a wonderful poem. Love is immortal and this poem speaks volumes about it. Ye bansuri nahi rukne wali...10+++

This a poem responding to an excess of love. Even the love of two human beings can become a painful passion. But for a god and human woman, the difference between divine and human is awesome. Radha says, Memories crush my heart. But - this is important - she is not destroyed like Semele in Greek myth, Radha prevails. To me this is a very moving poem: in a way she is saying, Don't disappear from me into your divinity. Stay in this human moment with me, be my gentle confidant and not the god whose flute playing will crush me. I see your poem as a point of stasis: When this pause ends, the mystical meaning will take over and the love story will be replaced by religious allegory. Your poem is that last moment we can enjoy the poetry of physical love: in the next moment their story will be about the transcendent love of God and the Soul, and the physical elements will be absorbed by the spiritual. I copied your poem and put it inside my copy of Jayadeva's Gitagovinda.

The magic n power of music is just too great to ignore. The notes of the flute have a deep impact on us. A beautiful romantic write. As long as the music floats in the air, the love will live. A10

The magical music from the flute of Krishna inspired every one. The soul inspiring songs but creates pain now. Yet the eternal love will bloom always in the heart.

Revisiting this poem after a long gap following Bri Edward's comment on the poem.I should add some footnotes on the poem for a better understanding of readers.

Yes, I definitely thing Krishna should play a guitar instead. Do you all agree? ? ? ;)))))))))

'Therefore the flute is the human heart, and a heart which is made hollow will become a flute for the God of love to play upon.' ...whatever THAT means! ! ! ;) bri

hi, bharati! i'm visiting your poems and chose this one because of the title; i have a poem that begins, as the homely but happy music, which has a flute in its imagery. honestly i'm not sure what feeling animates this poem, but i do sense your passionate lyrical self in it. this strikes me as a great line- My heart heaves like the sea. be blessed. glen