Once after dusk,
Below the pleasing, purple sky,
Was a waving banyan tree with its warm branches,
Fondling the soft stream.
In the midst of this beauty,
One could hear a tune in the air,
The birds stopped singing,
And the cows stopped grazing,
The women carrying the pots,
And the weary farmers after work,
All stood still for a while.
They gathered at a spot,
A place of beauty and wonder,
Where, under the banyan shade,
Sat a boy with a flute,
Playing a heart-warming tune,
Dispelling all the gloom,
And taking them to a world of bliss and serenity,
The magic tune was never heard after,
But it still reverberated in those hearts,
For eons and eternity.
…now that you’re here
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An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poems. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.