The destroyed me...

The broken flute

Are you listening to me,she asked,and he smiled,as usual the smile of melancholy..

And put the flute to play the song,song of longing,for whom,he dared not say..

She watched,as his white robe fluttered,wind caressed his hair,eyes closed,

He was again lost,in someone's memory..

Everyday she watched,his beloved wife,him playing flute,his silent tears,

Everyday she heard,his whispers,his longing,his silence,his hurt..

For whom,she dared not ask..

She would watch him,from afar,as he would look,at the vast expanse of sky,

And sometimes she would try,to ask,for whom did he long for,was it some kind of devotion..

And one day a name, unconscious,came out of his mouth,long forgotten,the person far gone..

And the woman looked at his flute,that he every night played in longing..

A moment came,when she had it in her hands,and the flute bore the brunt..

He watched her break it,he watched the satisfaction on her face,after breaking it..

And the music of longing,never was heard again..