My Friend With Flute In His Tulip-Lips Poem by Mohammad Younus
My Friend With Flute In His Tulip-Lips
My friend with flute in his tulip-lips,
Walks before me, under the cover of darkness,
To guide me to his eternal home,
I follow behind the sound of his flute,
As I reach near the precincts of his home,
I understand, the road that was narrow and crooked,
Has now widened and become straight,
It's that wide and straight road that I am now trudging on,
Mykoul
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