What flute's enchanting call
Led you to a distant shore?
What garden's beauty lured
Your earthly eyes to explore?
With flowers soft, the moon so bright,
Embraces, kisses in the night.
The wild dance of the senses' fire,
In the garden of desire.
Weren't you pleased with tender breast,
And the warmth where love could rest?
Why now do you seem so worn,
In this silent, listless morn?
What does your rolling eye convey,
A plea for grace, or sorrow's play?
Like fire hidden in the wood,
Dejection sparks when least it should.
Beyond the seven seas it lies,
The hidden sea, the silent sighs.
Did unsprouted waves today
Whisper here in a quiet way?
Your soul in rapture soared so high,
Energy ecstatic, reaching sky.
Is life to leave what is, and pine
For what is not, yet seems divine?
What enchanting flute
Called you all of a sudden?
What beautiful garden stretched
Its lightning-hand unbidden?
(A poem by Shri Gopalakrishna Adiga)
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