In different corners of the room,
Silently.
Almost as if they've been punished
On some schoolday.
For something they haven't done.
They hear the music in the room
And wonder:
When it'll be their turn to sing?
All day,
They have been there.
For a week maybe.
"What have I done wrong?" they ask.
It's nothing.
Just endsems.
My fingers itch
And I reach out.
"But!... later," I say.
My splendid guitars.
Just waiting there -
To be played.
Just endsems.

PS: Dont beat me up! All this is Analog Exam NBD :P (NBD = Nervous Breakdown for those not fimilar with IIT Lingo :D)
1 comment:
i know that feeling!!!!
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