Nevaquaya-W
Nevaquaya, tall, fair and dewey-eyed, was he
A brave warrior but with an artist like heart,
The whole village listened when he played his flute
That he made from the hollow reeds.
The warriors gathered around, women came to hear him
His music moved their souls to passion.
Then their hearts were melted to pity.
Even the nature borrowed sweetness from his music.
Once in his roaming he met Nokomis
A beautiful maiden who fell in love at first sight
Enamored of his melodious music.
One day she was abducted by some natives
A captive of their desire’s lust.
But Nevaquaya did not lose the hope.
When he saw the full moon reflected
In the still water on shores of Gitche Gumee,
He played on his flute with alluring tunes
Of beauty, love and longing, of life undying
With a faint hope Nokomis will hear his music.
Even brooks ceased to murmur in the forest
The wood-birds ceased singing
And the rabbit sat upright to listen to his music
Nourishing a faint hope, Nokomis will hear his music.
Dr. Ram mehta
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First Place win in:
Contest: Tell His Story sponsored by Constance La France-A Rambling poet
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