Nothingness

With a bow in his hand,
He moved from the meadowland;
Barefooted my steps followed,
In some distance a melody echoed.

The sun, the shadow, wild flowers,
The stream, butterflies and bowers;
The echoes called and I followed:
Its a Violinist, well foreshadowed.

Near a tree thus I reached;
On his violin the bow was arched.
Perpetually an artist’s inspiration;
He has to be the poet’s ambition.

“If you come, come by twilight
On a condition of eternal delight,
For ever and ever you are scribed.”
This is what the melody described.

~Mehak Dhaar


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