Musings Of A Young Guitarist Poem by Sagnik Chakraborty

Musings Of A Young Guitarist

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As I hold the chords and strum the strings,
my guitar sings;

Passionate, I clasp it to my breast,
its haven of rest;

My fingers kiss the notes that softly sound
with joy unbound;

As they dance upon the tune they feed,
my fingers bleed;

Yet sweeter is the music with the pain:
the mellow refrain;

And with it now in harmony complete
does my heart beat.

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: music
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A poem I wrote in my teenage, when I was first learning to play the guitar. In those days I was starting to feel a direct, personal affinity towards the instrument. Each time I held it in my arms, it was no longer an impersonal object anymore, rather a living breathing being.
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