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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
Wonders
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So many times in this life I said, wow
Because of the things I read, heard men say
All of them compelled my wonder to bow
Every century Earth’s rotations slow
Dinosaurs saw twenty three hours a day
So many times in this life I said wow
Dying stars smell like seared steak,
astronauts vow
While raspberry scent comes out of Milky Way
All of them compelled my wonder to bow
Cosmic Soul’s sense of humor is not low
His cloud of alcohol is there to stay
So many times in this life I said wow
This big bubble called universe is now
Moving, keeping its countless bros at bay
All of them compelled my wonder to bow
Humans destroy and build, let love, hate grow
Bards cannot lie so sing them in their lay
So many times in this life I said, wow
All of them compelled my wonder to bow
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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