Shuffled in dreams, played with the words
On an avenue of rain, by the sea, azure
Filled the echoing thoughts of rhyme, he's sure.
A mystical musician from India
An aroma from the purple garden
Flapped the poetic wings, riding indigo and sepia.
Admired the silence of a caged bird and blues,
Smiled with his wooden sword, danced with twilight
When the crescendo of silver played mute hues.
On a half-opened shy road, he fiddles
Stirred the brown pages of time, each night; noon
The curious sun stars and moon.
Celebrated this season with a buzzing mantra
With birds, beaches, blizzard in a circle
Held a magic flute, he sang, Ha! Life!
For Poddar k