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Almost dawn! About to wake up from bed-
Lonely night! Alone! Couldn’t sleep that well.
Whenever I sleep, I resemble to a man dead,
The night was long enough and also very cruel.
I could hear a tune; blinking eyes I woke up.
Looked here and there in dark room; nobody there.
I turned on the light and directly looked at the top-
Again I heard that tune! But didn’t know where!
Suddenly I caught up, that was tune of a flute.
A flute! The musical device I like most in my life.
The enchanting tune can diverge my life’s prelude-
Rhyme and my heartbeat! With that all I thrive!
Couldn’t stay there anymore; I came out of my room.
The sky was dark but I was walking towards the tune.
Moon alone covered its face behind the cloud in gloom.
But I wanted to see who was playing in the night alone?
In the mid of the night! Mysterious was the time!
I was fearless; saw a man sitting under a big tree.
He had the flute and making that magical crime!
Actually it was not a crime! But it set my soul free.
I told, “Please give me the flute and tell me the cost.
I want to buy that!”; “I won’t sell”, the man replied.
“You can take it but I fear that from you it may be lost”.
I took that flute and quickly in my home returned!
I blew air several times but could not make any sound!
I tried for a very long time until the sun shine.
Failed to make sound! My sorrows were out of bound!
Finally I realized that the flute was not mine.