The Master and the Trumpet
I was a trained
parrot and I sang,
'He made me a trumpet
Only to get his
worship blown,
To get others
blamed.'
My melody was thrown
so high
That could reach to
the farthest frontier,
Thus I created his
aura.
His name adorned mounts
and valleys;
All got filled with respect to him
And the trumpet
echoed on the hearts.
Once I changed my
dull tune;
Thence he was turned down
by the storm.
Its flame also turned
my compass.
'I was a trained
parrot,'
In middle of the
storm I stood and sang,
'He made me a mere
trumpet'
And the trumpet blew
him to burst!!!
MUHAMMED RAFEEK E
08/2018