The Flute Poem by C. P. Sharma
The Flute
You! Daughter of Hollowness,
Born of bamboo tree,
Sing songs of happiness,
Keep me melancholy free.
When I am swelled with ego,
I breathe all fire in you,
You turn it into music,
With gladness me imbue.
You are never tired of
Channeling my mellow thoughts,
Singing melodies sweet,
You take to charming spots.
When I am Time torn,
You sing songs of eternity.
When I feel forlorn,
You are my fraternity.
You bring me message of Grace,
Immortality I embrace,
Music Divine you showcase,
To show my Master face to face.
You, Lord Krishana's Miss,
His lips you always kiss,
I enjoy the ambrosial sips,
When He blows music through your ribs.
Play on, play on, to you salute,
You become my lyre and lute.
'Play on, play on, to you salute, You become my lyre and lute' Rachel Ann Butler
A magical lyric. I can hear the flute playing through each line and stanza of this appealing piece. Music is the very soul of poetry. May the song never end. As always, Sandra
Play on your melody of love, where would we be without music. Bob
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5/28/2024 1:54:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you for a lovely and graceful tribute to the flute. My instrument is made of silver rather than bamboo but I also treasure the solace, elation and spiritual union that its tones and songs can provide.