The Player of the Flute
My dreams of seeing Krishna, the Lord finally revealed in this poem
In my dreams - I walk towards an enchanted land,
A land of delights—far away
Crossing the silent forests and the running rivers
Holding a bag of flutes in my shoulder
Stopping near the abyss of a waterfall
To look around to see that I am alone..
Gazing at the heavenly stars, I feel,
Mesmerised and blissful
When I take out the flute out my bag
To play it to my heart’s core
I start to play a little bit,
Soon becoming lost in its charm
Forgetting myself and the world around me
Days soon turn into nights,
And nights to weeks,
But my flute play goes on
Weeks turn to months,
And months to years,
But my flute play goes on
Years turn to decades,
And decades to centuries,
As I finally wait for the Lord
Who arrives in his chariot.
He, captivated by my music,
Lovingly tells me to play my flute in heaven
I walk slowly to sit in the chariot next to the Lord
Playing my flute constantly
As the music notes turn more beautiful every-time I blow it,
I smile and keep on playing my flute, and
The chariot speeds away in the speed of light,
Into infinity, eternity and heaven - the abode of God
Completely rapt in my most beautiful music…
About the Creator
Srinidhi Ranganathan
I hold a degree in English Literature. I love reading books and writing is my passion. "Dream of Rainbows" is my first book for children. I love to write fiction, non-fiction and blog articles on popular topics. Happy reading!
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