Are you still playing your flute?
When there is hardly time for our
love
I am feeling guilty
To be longing for your song
The melody concealed in the the
slim hollow of the bamboo
Uncovered by the breath of an
artist
Composed by his fingers
Blown by the wind
To the depth of my heart.
Are you still playing your flute?
In the village so quiet and
deserted
Amidst the sick rice field
While here it has become a luxury
To spend time watching the ran
Gazing at the evening rays
Collecting dew drops
Or enjoying the fragrance of
flowers.
Are you still playing your flute?
The more it disturbs my
conscience
To be thinking of you
In the hazard of you
My younger brothers unemployed
and desperate
My people disunited by politics
My friend slaughtered mercilessly
This world is too old and
bleeding.
Zurina Hassan
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