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Shepherd's Flute

Is it a flute,
I think Love calls me
The voice
or the sound,
Shepherd,
No I do not see

Dark the night
Darker the days are
And seem the darkest
Those torchbearers

Ah! Melody
Love

I realize
the touch
of a Magic in
the melodic flute
of hilly shepherd.

2 feb 19
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Dr. Deepak Bijalwan
Poet, Translator

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