The Flutist
In this city of a million people
Where life hurries away
Lived a young fellow Shyam
An orphan and street dweller
Sober in nature and wouldn’t beg
Loved to play the flute
Many a times I’d hear him
Coming awake with his song
Then got a chance to help him
He’d willingly not accept
Through a musical academy
Got him enrolled in classical classes
Saw him work hard day and night
Felt proud and strangely humble
Today I miss his sweet music
But feel blessed to see him working
With a band as their
Main flutist in the park
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