KR SUBRAHMANYAM
Active member
Reproduced hereunder is the contribution of Mr.K. Parthasarathy, my ex-colleague from Bank of Baroda in the year 1981:
The melodious muysic carried by the wind
Out of the flute in thy little hand,
Falls in my ears and lures my mind
Relieves me from mundane things that bind.
The trees stop swaying,
The birds avoid chirping,
The bees shun humming,
The cows give up grazing.
For music is dainty and divine,
Being the exquisite creation of thine,
The only solace to my tumultous mind
In the doleful life I can find.
KR SUBRAHMANYAM
Secunderabad.
The melodious muysic carried by the wind
Out of the flute in thy little hand,
Falls in my ears and lures my mind
Relieves me from mundane things that bind.
The trees stop swaying,
The birds avoid chirping,
The bees shun humming,
The cows give up grazing.
For music is dainty and divine,
Being the exquisite creation of thine,
The only solace to my tumultous mind
In the doleful life I can find.
KR SUBRAHMANYAM
Secunderabad.