Oh! There he is with a flute in his hands.

  To make the heavens be mute.

  His fingers intricately dancing over the tiny

  carved wooden holes .

  Playing an old,joyous Lata Mangeshkar song.

  His skill was so divine,that made me shine

  As if I am in a shrine .

  As for the practice he took to play a song so

  effortlessly.

  All the flutes vary in colour by colour,

  Red, Orange,Yellow and Green .

  Made me wonder.................

  Don't you see the colours of the wind?

  All the flutes lay in his basket .

  Oh! How I wish I would have a Yellow flute

  from his casket.

  I wished, I could learn how to play the flute.

  Imagine me! My fingers dancing almost to be 

  his talent .

  Striving to maintain a balance .

  The hope lasted a minute in my Heart.         

  But , suddenly was blown away by the wind.

  The Flute Seller's song was still to be heard.

  Then turned to a faint melody to be forever

  gone.......................

                                                                Ela