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THE FLUTE BECKONS…
A melody, which I often hear, From an unknown corner I know not where.
It fills me with a pleasure as strange & rare, Its echo I hear, ranting the strings of my heart.
This divine rhythm that beckons me, From an unknown corner I know not where.
The lilting music captivating my senses, Sure is from some idyllic flute.
A rhythm that gives me a reason to ponder, From an unknown corner, I know not where.
The master of these scintillating tones Why is he hustled as an unseen mystery?
Rendering tunes that mesmerize the soul From an unknown corner, I know not where.
And slowly the song grows deeper and deeper Entrenching me in an ethereal fantasy—holy and divine.
And suddenly I know that unknown corner so well, For it is the core of my innocent soul.
This flute that beckons me is the ecclesial one That is played by that eternal & divine flute-player-Lord Krishna!
Oh, immortal one, I feel your melody in the thumping of my heart And in all the human abyss that surround me.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare! ~S.R.VIDHYA~
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