Your Flute Is A Thing Of Wood Poem by Mohammad Younus

Your flute is a thing of wood,
A reed cut from a reedbed,
The flutist gives it a sound,
By blowing his breath into it
Pleasing to the five senses,
Yet, there is a natural flute,
That echoes all the time,
Mystics call it cosmic sound
The lovers love this mystical flute
By heart and soul, they hear -
Its soft and melodious sound,
Riding on the sound waves,
They sail back to eternity,
Leaving behind the shadow world,
And resettle in peace eternally

Mykoul