By Zubair Arif Shah
I traversed the mighty world
searching the flute of life,
the flute of rhythms and melodies;
whispering agonies,
echoing meanings.
I felt the music raining,
and its drops of love
gliding down my weary body,
kissing my desolate journey,
embracing my changing tragedies.
I slept in the bushes,
listening to the rhythms
under the shade of lullabies,
putting my wounds to rest
and cajoling my angst soul.
I wept the tears of failure,
and a wayfarer smiling,
tore apart my bosom,
he handed me a gift
and disappeared in the mist.
I sailed through the ocean,
in the ship of tranquillity,
The flute of life;
directing and guiding.
for now I understand,
its every agony,
its every melody.
(Zubair Arif Shah is undergraduate student at Delhi’s Jamia Millia Islamia)
