The Flute is Still Young

by Geetashree Chatterjee
(New Delhi, India)




My pen had a bleary flow this morn
I could have told a tale on more poignant lines
So I picked up a woeful moon
Was about to dip it in a pallid sheen
Whence to my awe I find that the flute is still young
The melody unrestrained, serene, drips nectar on my ears
In haste I retrace my steps with a bounce
Spring has not bade yet an adieu, my friend

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TO VIMALA
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Your encouragement means a lot to me. Thanks.

Nov 23, 2010
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TO SNEHA
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Indebted to you for your encouragement.

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by: vimala ramu

I agree with Sneha totally.

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The Flute is Still Young
by: Sneha

What metaphors, what flow!
Aah... love this kind of poetry..
Evocative really.

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