The hawker sold flutes,
I happened to buy one.

It is no ordinary flute said
the hawker and I smiled
at the extra I was charged for
the bamboo  with some holes.

The flute was for my child who
Was left years ago on some
abandoned road.
What did I say, where was the child and how would the flute help to find it for me,
I understood now what the thinker I called hawker meant, 
Yes, this wasn't an ordinary flute. Oh! I should have paid him more.

It's winds had the imagination
To carry me to the child I left
back on some abandoned road.