Flute it played
ridiculousness beyond...
Its hollow inside;
and many holes stood
Fingers of maestro fed
The Lord above;
He missed never a beat
Or pressure of wind
to kindly treat....
Victim of fate's haste.....
The little boy
Slipped away;
Searching the meadows
Where his music
Was better valued
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I here the fist cry of the baby here.Nice suggestive poem