Requiem for
Mandolin U. Srinivas.
Ye, Gods!
why were you so clandestinely ruthless?
Were you
curelessly jealous of his Talent?
Ye, Holy Trinity, did you all three have a
preconceived
Understanding at the Time of Creation, he
should be
Snatched away, ere the ripe? For you designed
ahead to transplant him to a better celestial abode?
Did Brahma,
rightfully hold a furtive liaison with
Lord
Shiva, to silence his Melody in a short notice?
Vishnu
looking on helplessly
for a nod from Shiva?
Where
are those deft fingers that played unique
Rhythms
of celestial
music, feasted all?
Fie upon this wrangling Karma, so punctual,
First in its unfailing uniform to
perform.
That gifted, seasoned Mandolin, in the
Treasured corner, craves for its companion,
Its affectionate master, in all angst, pleads
to
enter his Soul to revive the deft touch.
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