Oh! There he is with a flute in his hands

His fingers dancing over the holes on it

Playing an old Bollywood song

Hoping to earn a bit.

How petite his figure is!

But just the opposite is his skill

How effortlessly his fingers dance over the flute

As I peep from my window at the other flute he took.

His shoulders carry a massive basket

and how much I would love to have just one flute from his casket!

How much I would love to be able to possess the skill

Of performing a sweet ballet with my fingers on a beautifully engraved flute.

Oh! how wonderful and how enchanting!

How majestic and how tempting!

This desire flares up and just as quickly dies

As I look at the clock which ticked five.

Too much time daydreaming and nibbling fingers

Now worry about the exams whose fears lingers!