Frail and tender, little fingers
Up and down the 5 dollar flute
A music for the centuries
A melancholic odd note
Piercing hearts of flesh
Still there are some
Iron ones, I think
Which bother not the music
Nor the little musician
He, the saviour with a flute
Wander the streets alone
His breath earning daily bread
Has God lost power
And mankind, humanity?
Remember a war with gunshots
And blood trails
His head hurts even now to think
A pause between the notes
Little bright eyes trying to hide
The pathos of the past in a wink
Picking up pieces of hope
And shattered dreams in thoughts
Tears fail to drop down
Eyes refuse to cry anymore
Lips burying those memories with smile
His little flute plays notes
Of hope and dreams yet to come
Somewhere in a night
Of sleep without nightmares
Passersby threw coins of pity
Hunger could not find a prey in him
Oh, he played hide and seek too
With the policemen in vigil
Warmongers and fighters
Seem to go scot-free
While the kids wait under bunkers
For the blue sky to join the play.
Tears too heavy for earth to bear
Sending out warnings for
Those it cares
To those who get warned with will
To those who mend their ways
Send earth the virus of peace
Which can make every human
Despise the arms
Oh, dear curse the greed and war
Between men of course for power
Streets now bare and empty
Like the ants in hiding
Men behind locks
The world battles
An unseen villain
Choking breaths
Will humanity ever be revived
With meds or otherwise
Even the villain seems to have heart
To consider for the little souls everywhere.
An unseen enemy however frail and small
Is sure to wreck havoc of fear
Asked for peace, not death
Still I can't bargain
Until every heart of mankind
Be willing for sacrifice
In exchange for a world
Of no war and no hate
Where man is man; nothing else
Not a greedy lump of flesh
Until then
Make every kid invisible
Oh mother earth
Hide them in your bosom,
Safe from the microbes and
Men of Deceit
As the air clear out
And earth breathes again fresh
The old ways of nature
Returns to their places
Rivers ,seas and winds join
Creating heaven on earth
Till then, my little flutist
Stay strong and cheerful
When winds visit to make
New notes and a new music
For the souls which last forever and ever.
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