"T'was an old man and his flute
Serenading serenely, but now turned mute."
"From distance, I saw
movement of his lips,
knelt on the rough patch of earth"
When we hear the sound of their smile.
But for me, he is a love poem
A soothing voice like kalimba tunes,
Do Re Mi
Goes the beat
Fleeting are the moments I tread...
Whenceforth did they come?