From Shiva's coiled locks, a stream unfurled,
Like pearls cascading from a summer world.
Into parched lives, a verdant joy did bloom,
A flute's sweet call, dispelling all the gloom.
Who played this flute? The world began to sway,
The world, it danced, and danced without delay.
The world, it danced, a gilded, vibrant scene,
The earth transformed, a golden, radiant sheen.
Gardens danced, and blossoms took their flight,
Bees in revelry, bathed in the light.
The world became a song, a vibrant art,
Who played this flute, and stole away my heart?
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