Flute
There are too many holes
In the life of the flute
one by one he copes
and never bothers
the ignominious
as each holes brings
an equal opportunity
life is a beauty
so he harps
on regular intervals
utilizing the maximum
the entity rhythm
out of each and every one
makes a tune ethereal
and beautiful.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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