RAJ NANDY - ** THE CLARINET MAN

THE CLARINET MAN

He might have been in his early fifties,
When last seen at the dusty bus stand;
Standing with a shining ebony clarinet
in hand!
With a week’s stub on his pointed chin,
With a gray hat on his head over a frame
rather thin!
He wore a checkered brown coat, -
As he boarded the bus which faded down
the narrowing road!
And inside the bus he played his pipe, -
His music drove off the silence left behind!
And no one ever saw him again, -
As he disappeared into space and time!
-Raj Nandy
25 Mar 09

RAJ NANDY

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