A flute beckons Krishna
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:32 am
Second Edit:-
Six dreary years have expanded
the calluses on his young fingers.
He likes to feel the frail pages
of a book he gathered from a garbage
bin. Its binding has given away.
He cannot conceive all of the words.
The pictures are still bright
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests his mouth
on the lip-plate, eyes closed.
First Edition:-
A Flute Beckons Krishna.
Six dreary years have expanded calluses
on his young fingers. He likes to feel
the frail pages of books he gathered
from a garbage bin. Its binding has given away.
He cannot conceive all of the words.
The pictures are still bright
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests his mouth
on the lip-plate, eyes closed.
Original:-
A flute beckons Krishna.
Six dreary years have expanded
calluses on his young fingers.
He likes to feel the frail pages
of a book he gathered
from a garbage bin. Its binding
has given away. He cannot
conceive all of the words.
But its pictures are still bright.
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests with his mouth
on the lip plate, eyes closed.
Six dreary years have expanded
the calluses on his young fingers.
He likes to feel the frail pages
of a book he gathered from a garbage
bin. Its binding has given away.
He cannot conceive all of the words.
The pictures are still bright
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests his mouth
on the lip-plate, eyes closed.
First Edition:-
A Flute Beckons Krishna.
Six dreary years have expanded calluses
on his young fingers. He likes to feel
the frail pages of books he gathered
from a garbage bin. Its binding has given away.
He cannot conceive all of the words.
The pictures are still bright
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests his mouth
on the lip-plate, eyes closed.
Original:-
A flute beckons Krishna.
Six dreary years have expanded
calluses on his young fingers.
He likes to feel the frail pages
of a book he gathered
from a garbage bin. Its binding
has given away. He cannot
conceive all of the words.
But its pictures are still bright.
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests with his mouth
on the lip plate, eyes closed.