They stand leaning against the wall
In different corners of the room,
Almost as if they've been punished
On some schoolday.
For something they haven't done.
They hear the music in the room
When it'll be their turn to sing?
They have been there.
For a week maybe.
"What have I done wrong?" they ask.
My fingers itch
And I reach out.
"But!... later," I say.
My splendid guitars.
Just waiting there -
To be played.
PS: Dont beat me up! All this is Analog Exam NBD :P (NBD = Nervous Breakdown for those not fimilar with IIT Lingo :D)