In the corner of the garbage
i sat,
playing my old rusted guitar
allowing the stream of melody
into my heart!
As i tugged a string using my whole imagination,
earth started quaking,
thunders, lightening!
My heart thumping!
The violence continued
till the string continued vibrating!
As soon as it stopped
everything stopped
including my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shows a real love of music in life.