Life Is A Guitar Poem by Upendra Majhi

It isa broken guitar,
strings snapped, wood mouse eaten,
wind passes like, in the flute,
ifit was a flute, wind would be passing in one note,
like it passes in Daikinairconditioner, silent,
song-notes lose their sequence,
notes are lost,
soft strong grip lost,
only from words you know that song,
whereas music is ideally non-verbal,
life is ideally all flowing with few words.
Yet it is a guitar,
it was so splendid in the past.