Wringing Tunes Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Diving for pearls
In mendicant's tears
I weave a wreath of stars
I come to you, my sweet afar.

Gathering wine
From women's lips
And honeyed children's looks
I come to you, my sweet afar.

In dark of dusk
I scrape all hues
Of day's rich husk
I come to deck, my sweet afar.

I wring sweet tunes
From leaping streams
For you to dance in trance
As you are my giddy sweet afar.

I churn fairy lights
From little children's
Rhapsodical eyes
For you have to blaze, my sweet afar.