the broken strings

The rhythm of my life has gone out of track,
Like the broken strings of a guitar.
The memories of notes and notes are fading away without any trace.
The played music doesn’t seem to be melodious
Except playing, I have no options.

In my band, singers doesn’t sing,
Drummers doesn’t beat,
Poets doesn’t rhyme,
Even the listeners don’t care.

This off beat of my life’s track,
Is held tight on a simple note,
And that is nothing but the tune of your friendship.

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