My Guitar Poem by Naitik Gala

There was a time, when i used to play,
on the guitar like a stray.
So many songs I made,
now they appear to fade.

I used to sit under the sky and the sun,
With them, I had lot of fun
About me and my guitar i used to say,
Will never separate like sun and day,
But now, about past I think,
The days went like eyes I blink

I wandered in the green like a sheep,
Never to look before i leap,
Happiness and contentment, always it reaps
Those times are situated in my heart very deep
Now I can do nothing about it, but weep

Now the changing time I have seen,
I am no longer a teen.
People have gotten, much more mean,
Only about money everybody is keen,
Of none, the character is clean
Past memory is the only good there has been

Only marks or money, is all you need
irrespective of, what are your deeds
You are the king. If you succeed,
Else, uprooted just like a dinky weed.
Sometimes, I feel glad to see new borns feed,
its milk and not the royal paper, indeed

Until I met my old friend, my guitar again,
my eyes bursted like a heavy rain,
it was out of great joy, not pain,
Positivity, in my life, I have gained,
But still, a busy day kept my collar stained
The same, my life remains,

There was a time, when i used to play,
on the guitar like a stray.
So many songs I made,
now they appear to fade.