Kashinath
K iss of his lover still lingering in his lips,
A s the setting sun's ray kisses his face
S omething melancholy creeps in his mind;
H e is a warrior waiting for another battle.
I n case this is the last battle he would fight
N ever again will he return to his lover
A nd hold her in his strong arms tenderly
T ouching,caresssing her terracotta face,
H e thus kisses his flute, sending a sorrowful melody.
© kashinath karmakar
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By:kashinath karmakar (21st March 2011)
**Written for Constance's contest"Tell his story" but missed the deadline
by few minutes .
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