The Musician Who Loved A Girl

I hear soothing symphonies in every step you take,

For God gave you a two-holed flute as your nose,

Turning pegs are your toes,

Euphonium ends are your ears,

Piano keys are your fingers,

Vagdevi's veena strings are your silky hair.

You have a gold mine in your throat, 

Where lives a Nightingale that sings. 

My dear sugarpot, 

Every move of your eyes, 

Every sound of your voice, 

Is a Classical music to my ears. 

I wonder, are you the queen Sumantara died for? 

Are you the tune Purandara prayed for?