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My Guitars Gather Dust With Each Blowing Gust

by @Atul

It's been months since I played it, The guitars have my exams in their way, They miss me at Karnal just as I miss them here at Rohtak. The strings crave to be played - to be touched by me, It's high time that I played it so the tuning must be long lost, The hollow & the pickups feel lonelier in my memory without me & strings missing my touch. I must hold them in my hands and write musical notes with them, I will make the strings my pallet & strum them in rhythm while I sing, I will apologize to my guitars for having ignored them knowingly.
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
Published
Dec 17, 2013
Time
2m
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Both of my guitars are properly packed in their covers. But still both of them - the acoustic and the electric guitars - might have gathered dust. And so the title is justified.

I have a third guitar as well which I no longer play.

My 500th poem is dedicated to the she who I love to play guitar for, my guitars themselves and my parents who are wondering when I am next going to oblige the guitars by at least tuning them.

My HP Poem #500

©Atul Kaushal

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