A Sigh Turned Into A Song

I remember I had forced my father for a flute,

I didn’t tell him the reason,

I wanted it,

Only ’cause you played it too,

Worshipping you is out of the way,

I loved you before,

My Krishna,

I wanted to feel what you felt,

When you blew into that magical hollow wood,

Encasing everyone with your esssence,

As you shushed everything to ease,

Which I did,

My breaths turned to songs,

Even my sighs created a tune,

From those tiny holes of my flute,

Today,

I came across,

Between the dusty bookshelves I had kept,

My flute which I used to play,

Browny yellow shades,

Pink bands at the end and middle,

Same as I’d seen it last,

And well,

I still love you,

Because I felt that content bliss,

When I brought the flute to my lips,

One sigh,

It turned into a song,

And it made me think of you...