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Apr 2015
EveryoneΒ Β adored the *******,?
his fingers had with them.
But now, his fingers bleed,
?bleed in red from the cuts he had had,
?for he plucked them hard.
?Lessons it taught him,
worth every dime.
Tuned it seems,
but still it annoyed him.
Maybe it was time,?
Time to change,? those old, rusted, strong?
but hurting strings.?
Yes maybe it is time,?
Time to cut the old strings.
Guitar it is, isn't it ?
Pranoot Hatwar
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Pranoot Hatwar  IIT Kharagpur,West Bengal
(IIT Kharagpur,West Bengal)   
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