Mellow Music Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the high and low notes of the soul
There is a deep mysterious tone,
That gives the listener ecstasy infinite
As the Arab racer needs a whip naught
So you need a man-made flute naught
Listen to the natural flute if you aspire
To get into the precincts of your first home
This immersion in melodious tunes exposes
The secret hidden in the zerubam
It tells that man is verily the God's flute
Who moulds dust into a sounding clay
With the inner ears the lovers listen
With Undivided attention constantly
To themellow music of eternity

Mykoul