The Fiddle and The Flute



Fine-tuned,
one's ears must be
for these.

One can make out
the rush of the river
gushing within one.

One can make out
the wing-beats of the birds
fluttering within words.

One can make out how
battles were won
with The Fiddle and The Flute.




Poetry by anoop
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Written on 2009-05-08 at 13:34

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What an absolutely gorgeous poem.. sensitive and melodious words on a beautiful theme. The soft way of winning battles.. A favourite. Thanks.
2009-05-08