The winds of vrindhavan <br />Were royally stirred <br />And there silence redeemed <br />When he held the bamboo <br />Flute to his glossy lips <br />And let flow a morning raga… <br /> <br />The intense fragrance of <br />Kadamba blooms filled <br />Her divinely soundless vicinity <br />Which ceremoniously resounded <br />The clanging of her trinkets <br />When she sprinted towards the banks of Yamuna… <br /> <br />The same winds of vrindhavan <br />Drove themselves into eternal <br />Sacrament of grave silence <br />Since she stopped to dance <br />For he forfeited his gentle flute <br />And stormed the battle field of kurukshetra…<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-220/
