“Songs of a reed flute soothe my mind to play
The dreams, transcendental and blind to play.
My heart and my soul are dancing puppets,
Which you, so ardently, designed to play.
Flame and the wind do sing and dance, and sway,
As the flute breathes the songs which bind, to play,
The birds, who sing, with the blossoms, who sway,
As souls sway with songs intertwined to play.”
Written : 10th January, 2013.