The guitarist plays his strings,
to fade loneliness and gloom.
Joy is what his melody brings,
and helps happiness to bloom.
Life plays like the music notes,
melodies, rhythm and often quotes.
Magical fingers playing with chords,
while the rest obeys and applauds.
Each eve he sings and plays,
to soften every lover’s heart.
He taps his feet and head sways,
and so he timely does his part.
The chairs, tables and lights,
with time always remain same.
Unhappy with occasional fights,
his marriage was no happy game.
A balance like that of the rainbow,
touches all the souls as we know.
Each soul present in this great art,
makes this journey and then part.
Every common soul remembers Him,
when the going gets tough and grim.
While with peace He just plays...
be it one those bright or dark days.
New lovers, now with a new voice,
and his heart, no longer brave.
The helpless strings had no choice,
and he is now silent in his grave.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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