The death of a guitar

 Farewell

"The guitar is between my hands,
Breathing hard,
Little by little her death comes,
When I vibrate her strings,
The tone of universal sorrow blends into space."

"It will be her last tone"

"Small red teardrops all over her body,
Darkness spreading across the four wooden walls,
The wine bottle next me become empty,
Without realizing it.
Her strings break one by one."

"All of these for say goodbye to her."

"And this will be my greatest play ever."

By sangeeth raveeshwara
mu/21/029