My Friend In The Prison And His Flute Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

I went to visit one of my
friends in prison.

He smiled.
It was a lovely smile
greeting me
and thanking me.

He was lonely.
The days and nights
are very long in a prison.

Sohe smiled.
His eyes shone with gratitude.

The he took his flute,
began to play on his flute,
his only companion
whosends his heart
lovely messages of comfort
and heavenly graces.

As he played
I thought
he was praying.

He believed
that the angels listen
to him always
when he played
on his flute.

At night lovely fairies
came to him
to sleep with him.