Originally posted by: Viswasruti
The melody of a flute with that delicate touch!
I am in need of music that would flow
From my delicate feeling to those fingertips,
Over my honey dewed trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow!
Oh, for the healing, swaying, feeling that of past ,
Of some song sung to rest the lovely thought!
A song to fall like moonlight on my heart,
And over my quivering lips, dream flushed to glow!
When Radha hugged the flute with her lips!