Dreams Left In Burrows
By Roopa Jadhav
The guitar was in his hands
A gift of motivation from his dad.
He aspired to strum as good as Springsteen,
and hit the limelight
With his vocals matching every great vocalist
During his teens..
But fate put a full stop to his dreams,
His sensitive heart was in screams..
He left his dreams in burrows,
As a mismatched alliance made him plunge
Into an ocean of sorrows..
Unable to silence the strumming veins in his mind,
His lamenting soul never let his fingers strum the strings
For those songs, that still remain buried
Inside his broken heart..
By Roopa Jadhav
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