In a town of archaic civilization,
swarmed with people ill destined,
Ere his arrival a soon to be born,
he cursed the earthly elements, said"they are mine"!

Leaves rustled with the billowing wind,
ere death a slave maid bore him alive,
there he saw the first light of the sun,
the sky, the breeze, the meadow surprisingly smiled !!

Tiny touch of his fingers on the grass,
unusually froze the dew,
eyes which saw the infinite firmament,
tranced it forming numerous hues !!

His uneasy passion carved on the trees
the gods, the angels & unholy faces too,
the initial note he played by a stolen flute,
captured the sense of every vice & virtue !!

Master! bless me with thy tuneful music,
with the scales, the notes i must entirely know,
so walked in the anonymous penniless lad,
but was denied who might heave tomorrow !!

Why not the sky, the flowers, leaves, wood, rain,
make me a master, my mentor sans instruments?
Can not the pebbles, the breathing wind,
teach me the essence of their existence?

I will lead them with my stick, he said,
in harmony making them abide by my move,
and when he blinked with a glowing face,
a rain drop on his cheek said we solemnly approve !!

He hummed, murmured his perilous tunes,
which barely masters can compose,
the hills were his altar and sky the collosus,
gods attended to his concert, such concerto he posed!!

Stood amaze by the sight the farmers, the tillers,
saw crops mature pre-season & rain sans cloud,
every life that crawls & creeps changed course,
such a euphony breaching gravity whirled aloud!!

Held court of courtesans & dames, Knights and slaves,
enslaved even the lifeless his rhetoric stage,
masters to be his disciple their good books they waged,
high esteem he held of his art,his unparalleled grace!!

Nurtured anything which by the law of nature,
can not be modified,cannot be defied,
his enchanted elements turned virtue to vice,
and his peril being irked the patient paradise!!!

As common to everyone goes the say,
that those who exalt shall soon be debased,
such his ruthless symphony so unpleasant became,
made gods bring end to his reckless ways !!!

Camouflaged as a master of violin to him,
Eros demanded a tune to trance the sea,
and make the islands underneath arise,
where angels & gold & magical instruments reside !!!

There a stick from the ground he picked,
kingdoms thronged to such a majestic scene,
to such a majestic scene by a human wit,
species panicked & grew pale the meadows green !!

His brows, his shoulders & hands arose,
waves lashed, wind rattled to his strange notes,
there saw he thousand islands heave,
from the bosom of the surging sea!!

Ran kings to their thrones & queens to their beds,
people to their walls & cattles to their sheds,
The Tempest! O the Tempest approached,
still he on high alto played sans dread !!!!

Restless tides whirled him in,
to the deep blue ocean's sapphire womb,
swallowed to his death & threw away,
on an island was found lying by his tomb!!

Gods knew of his end before time,
on the island ere his death stood his altarpiece,
inscribed "the man perished by his own might,
against his wish, may still rest in peace!!".....

by Prasenjit...