The Master and the Trumpet

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