the moment i hear your flute
early morning
every day
i feel like getting stripped
of my all...
a sheer emptiness engulfs me
and i surely take the road to heaven
the road so pure and vacant
white blossoms lined
and i feel robbed of my everything...
my present...past...
even dreams of futurity
money... cars...
online shops selling brands
cards and poker games...
i think i lose my sense...
emptied...
void enveloping me...
i feel so naked...
like a child
just born...
looking at the world
a blurry dreamy vision...
still under his omniscient father's magical charms
smiling in wonder of lucid joy
and feeling quite at ease with his arrival...
O boy!
and fascinated the same
surprise and blessedness
working conjoined...
every morn
your flute
way to heaven brings
and i turn a child
naked pure curious and struck
with wonder and happy pleasure
i lie...
with legs playing with hands
self absorbed
and still having dreams of womb...
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