The Flute Of The Northeast Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The music of the northeast found I
In the bamboo trees waving
In the gusts of the wind
And the woodpeckers giving a call

And someone went by fluting the pipe,
The reeds sending forth music,
The puffs producing the sweet notes
Breaking into melodies.

The shepherd girl saw I with the lamb
Into the lap of hers,
One into the costumes of hers
And the shepherd saw I
Seated under a big bamboo umbrella
And a palm-leaf woven hat over the head.