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The Dark One*
Played His flute
The peacock feather
Attached to His hair
Swayed by the breeze
Yamuna** shivered
In pleasure
The little butter-thief
Stole everyone’s heart
Vrindavan is still there
So is Yamuna’s flow
Where Art Thou
My flute player
Make my heart Thy Vrindavan
Come Gopala***
Live here
Play Thy flute
Forever
*Krishna [1](/ˈkrɪʃnə/; Sanskrit: कृष्ण, Kṛṣṇa in IAST, pronounced [ˈkr̩ʂɳə] (
**Yamuna is a river
***another name for Krishna
Posted for the prompt Flute given by Celestine @ A Prompt Each Day |
any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Saturday, 4 July 2015
Flute Player
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jai kanhayia laal ki
ReplyDeleteReally wonderful piece.
ReplyDeleteThere is something mesmerising about the flute and its music. I can see how it would capture hearts. What an interesting look in.
ReplyDeleteTo welcome the flute player into one's heart is to welcome joy!
ReplyDeleteBamboo Flute
He is sooooo beautiful, like one's child in their many ways of being.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteI love reading your work and learning more about the Gods and Goddesses!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteVery poetic..enjoyed
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