Mahfuuz

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Location: India

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Seven little holes, your gift
Pitch octave, seven seconds
Life flows, harmony grows
My city plays the flute again

Vijay © 12th July, 2006

Anonymous said...: The most aberrantly beautiful simile that I have ever read in my life. There are no words to describe the effect this poem has on me..; 11:01 PM
Anonymous said...: Lovely. These 4 lines contain the whole disaster in it, beautifully defined.

SIMPLY GREAT.; 11:45 PM
Anonymous said...: has your optimistic disposition, this poem, haveing come from you.; 4:34 AM
Wanderer said...: V, you've outdone yourself this time!:); 10:28 AM
Unknown said...: Lovely words, Vijay. Keep writing!

J; 10:45 AM
The Friendly Ghost said...: It is a lovely quatret, but will the music be the same again? Mumbai is already up and about with its characteristic resilence but i wonder if the flute plays melodies in the same way again.; 9:57 PM
Anonymous said...: Am I becoming your fan?; 2:12 AM
Mahfuuz said...: Thank you, All.
Anonymous,
A fan? I am humbled. :-); 3:41 AM