In the hands of the saadhaka and seeker, the select bamboo sings,
An instrument of resonance, where melodies take wings.
Seasoned bamboo and strong tone, with the warmth of the sun,
Each note a journey, each breath a run.
With embouchure hole finely crafted and made,
Eight holes for the fingers, where melodies cascade.
Seven main tone-holes carefully tuned, in pitch they align,
A symphony beckons, a dance so divine.
From Sahana’s grace to the Todi’s embrace,
In dignified Dhanyasi, ageless music finds its place.
Neelambari’s lullaby, Athana’s command,
For Raga and Laya, strength and breath the instrument subtly does demand.
Anuswarams sparkle and dance, jarus gracefully glide,
Through intricate shapes of gamakas, deepest secrets of music does the flute confide.
A conduit of energy, a bridge to the skies,
Through fingers God blesses flowing melody, everywhere verily sacredness lies.
Oh venu! Carnatic flute ! Your resonant voice so pure,
In every swara and sanchara, the soul finds its calming cure.
With every sweet note and sound, the cosmos aligns,
In the heart of the player, the divine energy shines.