In tune with my maker
The song of my heart,
The music of my soul
Will never reach another ear
I hear it in silence
As I bond with my Maker.
Afroze Ali
This poem is for Dr. Ram's contest music and meditation.
Music from His flute
A gentle music had flown in the air
that took all souls into divine world
Cows there had been blessed
He was a cowherd, because
He guided all souls to peace
Gave all endless pleasures to them
He was a cowherd, because
He put an end to all devils
rescued all innocent souls
He was a cowherd, because
His music from His flute is a way
to all misguided souls to correct their path
He as a cowherd, because
It is giving wisdom even to fools
It is giving bliss even to sinners
He was a cowherd, because
he led one to the sound of His flute
To reach endless Peace and happy
He was the resting place of our souls
in sorrow and in happiness
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