The Divine Flute Poem by Jaishree Nair

The key of power unlocks the hidden chambers of selfish desires,
The lure of
lust hides behind enchanting smiles,
The demented lays traps for the innocents,
entangling them in its intricate web;
The incessant dark drummings within,
clogs the pathways of sane thought,
Such is the period, such is the time
when reason itself loses its sanity,
and the incense of peace is lost
In the bewildering maze of endless puzzles.
Like a sorcerer waving
the wand of dark enchantment,
The mind becomes captive to sinister shadows.
To break free from such a spell
Is the conundrum of the period!
What the troubled soul needs
is the soothing music of the Divine Flute,
A melody that can still the storm within,
and lead the wandering mind back to light.
Else, the world may become
a hell of its own making
burning in the cauldron of selfish desires!