FLUTE

Years ago
in one era  fragranced on chandan
I have seen earth
like one orange form
in your tiny mouth
rotating like in its orbit
and when I hear your flute
from the valleys
in an era where islands
form fences around
I know where my songs
are hidden
and in my mist filled dawns
I waited for raindrops
from the divides of sky
like in monsoon….