The Flute of Love

When I was young I asked my mother who

was my husband.
My mother with an indulgent smile,
Pointed at a statue of Lord Krishna.
I stared like a blind man who had seen the
un for the first time.
I saw things I had never noti!ed before.
The im"ish twinkle in his eyes.
The "oetry of his fingers.
The gra!e of his "osture.
The magi! of his smile.
The snare of his glan!es.
#s I wat!hed,
I realised what the mis!hievious Kanha had
done.
$e "layed the the song of love on his flute.
%esotted, I followed him until we rea!hed the
edge of the hill.
Without realising it, I "lunged into the abyss
of love.
&h but what a glorious fall'
( %y )asmine Kaur