My silence has nothing to do
with pride or arrogance.
A very simple man
of humble origin to attribute,
I have even humbler issues
to attend to
than playing on a flute.
If I am not in the line,
It is because I have no time
nor will to invest on something
of such magnitude and hue,
for which the affluent
and great minds of the state
are standing in a queue.
So, distribute all your flutes
and roses in the state,
distribute them one by one
in the entire subcontinent
and let people be mad for
the music of illusion,
after eating to their satiety
from the state provision.
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