The Qalandar I Saw Poem by Mohammad Younus

The Qalandar I Saw



The qalandar I saw
Sitting alone in his corner
Silent as if spell bound, but smiling
Sometimes dancing joyfully
With a flute under his lips
But not producing the sound
I say he is listening the flute sound
The secret sound, the real sound,
Coming through his all pores
The secret flutist sitting behind his eyes

Mykoul

The Qalandar I Saw
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