Mute Flute

You used to sound like harmony

You turned the tune to melancholy

Filled with romance and melody

Your voice is music, made as remedy

I used to kiss your mouth

The notes turned north to south

Our song reached to the chorus

You are the mute flute of Horus

Now all your holes are covered

By the undeserved fingers

Will you do me a favour?

Go away from him, heal my fever

The memory which I remember

When we were sitting by the fire

I blew you till it entered someone’s ear

I scared, afraid and full of fear

Day and night, I shed my tear

Thought that you wouldn’t be here

Till one day, there’s no voice to hear

Don’t you know I love you dear?

You are no more a flute

Thinking of our memory, it’s so cute

Disappointed because you choose the wrong dude

But who am I to dispute?

He who doesn’t know how to distribute

Love to God and to you, he isn’t astute 

But who am I to contribute?