Musical Instruments.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The same air that goes through the flute,
May be beaten on the dead skin of the drum,
Fingering of the strings, it attires the tune,
That oscillate smoothly as the electron in the,
Paired orbital’s shelter, one face up and another down,
The blowing pipes are in different shape,
Handled by the mouth that releases the air,
In intermittent breath, closing and opening of the pits,
And holes holding of the body as the python,
That starts to gulp the victim, who can’t escape,
From its grip, pressing of the fingers of the hands,
On the board s of black and white shades,
The pushing and releasing of the legs,
The air is out with the music unique,
Supported by the implanted experiments,
Of additional roots on the side walk,
The human play the instruments,
Where they invest only their breath,
To lure the hearts of lovers of songs,
To make the crying babies, worrying of new air,
That enters through their young ears,
The old are possessed with the old theme,
While the young’s hearts are beaten faster and louder,
The songs of prayer enchant everyone,
The same air travels through various aperture.