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Krishna’s lost flute

October 26, 2009
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The wind was not blowing,
Nor was it raining;
Moonlight reflected in the lake,
and the clear water was smiling.

It was a chosen night,
With trees breathing slowly;
Under the warm feathers,
Young birds slept cozily.

But not a young hermit,
Who tonight was quite awake;
Unsettled with flurry of thoughts,
He searched for a place to meditate.

While strolling he found a flute,
Half buried near the lake;
He felt that it had been there for ages,
Either left on purpose or by mistake;

He picked it up and to clean,
Poured water into it with his hands;
He dried it, blew into it, to
Remove the left over sand.

The flute shook as if woken up,
After a thousand years of sleep;
When brought near the lotus lips,
It let out a whisper so deep.

The silence of night was broken,
By the sweet melodious sound;
The birds woke up, and the
Insects crawled out of the ground;

The wind started blowing,
Music moved along like a feather;
Sleeping young women woke up,
For it was loveliest tune heard ever.

The hermit danced with joy,
The time stopped moving;
Was the queen of all flutes found,
Or was our Krishna dreaming?

—— Amit Deshwal

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16 Comments leave one →
  1. October 26, 2009 05:31

    Didn’t really understand it fully but I see a really good blog coming up πŸ˜‰

    Welcome to the blogosphere πŸ˜‰

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  2. Amit Deshwal permalink*
    October 26, 2009 05:35

    Thanks guruji.. bas aapki dua milti rahe πŸ˜‰ will call you tonight

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  3. Anahita permalink
    October 26, 2009 05:37

    That was really good. πŸ™‚

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  4. Amit Deshwal permalink*
    October 26, 2009 05:38

    Thank you πŸ™‚

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  5. October 26, 2009 08:46

    Poetry kab se?

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  6. Amit Deshwal permalink*
    October 26, 2009 09:10

    Ye samajh lo abhi se .. πŸ™‚

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  7. achalkothari permalink
    October 26, 2009 09:57

    Nice one πŸ™‚

    But I wonder why do only sleeping young women wake up with that sound ?

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  8. Amit Deshwal permalink*
    October 26, 2009 10:11

    may be coz its Krishna’s flute πŸ™‚ who else would wake up dude..

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  9. Anshuman permalink
    October 26, 2009 11:53

    Lagta hai Vivek ki judai ne tujh par kaafi gehra asar kiya hai πŸ™‚

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  10. Amit Deshwal permalink*
    October 26, 2009 12:08

    Vivek ki yaa teri judai ne ye to pata nahi πŸ™‚

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  11. October 28, 2009 05:59

    Vivek ki ya anshuman ki judai bolke kisi se pitne ki taiyari kar rahe ho πŸ™‚

    Abhi bhejta hoon link comments ka high-command ko πŸ˜€

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  12. Amit Deshwal permalink*
    October 28, 2009 06:26

    Arre kahein pitwaane par lage rehte ho dost… tumhe hum achche bhale sahi nahi lagte kya? πŸ˜›

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  13. December 4, 2009 21:22

    wow. mesmerized.
    you created a whole atmosphere to imagine. truly beautiful.

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  14. Consty permalink*
    December 6, 2009 07:22

    @ Ramita: thank u so much πŸ™‚
    Krishna never fails to amaze me.. i would suggest you read this book – “Krishna, the God who lived as man” by Bhawana Somaaya… I am so sure u will love it..

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  15. amey permalink
    April 8, 2010 23:44

    wonderful… applause..

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