The sound of the flute, soothes my soul
A heartache acute, a longing uncontrolled
My body is aching, my mind is numb
My eyes are failing, I can eat only crumbs
But once I was young, my mind sharp as a tack
And life was a song, and there was no lack
I thought back to those moments, when I played with my mates
Jumping in puddles, no cares no complaints
Is life a blessing, or is it a curse?
What was its purpose, did I deftly traverse?
What were its components, pleasing or grim?
Did the Gods chant a lament or a blessed hymn?
My mind is uneasy, my body is fading
I'm old and so weary, I'm slowly decaying
I long for some comfort, my heart is in pain
Then the sound of the flute, begins again.
The sound of the flute is so soothing and so comforting.
And those that hear Lord Krishna's flute are truly blessed.
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