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VIONAI
They •take the river's flood -
The Violin and the Shehanai : he and she in embrace
Floating down the current -
To me :iit presages pain - but who sees i:he pain for
pleasure?
Her long loose hair ever beyond man's reach
Riding blue ,the flood of music's tears
The Shehanai's invisible hands always quiver
The Violin dives for her saree fringe into the dark deep
waters
For?
Nothing.
The bow's or .hography blips on the magic sky
What of H?
Nothing.
The river walks across the land leaving behind a silt of
ideas
Only the dark flashes a smile now and ,then - pitifully
The river remains, alone.
The Shehanai plucks the sinews of the heart with
ragas
The Violin's weeping's his own - in his aloneness ..
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