The Vengeance Of Silence

The Vengeance Of Silence short poem

Photo by Яick Harris

A plaything it maybe for you
Fiddling fidgeting is all you could do
Taking for granted hurts it too
But it doesn’t sit all quiet in the blue
Longing for your attention
Sitting rusty and dusty for
Your moods to brew

It decides it will teach you for one
For learning so well and quitting outright
Giving a deadly blow
So you would think twice if not thrice
And will surely make you pay a price!!

When you next pick it up
Thinking it was right there
Sitting in the corner
Waiting for the firm grip of your fist and fings
Be reminded just be
It ain’t no mourner
Mind you, it ain’t no mourner!!

Realisation will dawn
That you thought it was a pawn,but
The strings are so stiff
You can’t play a single riff
Looking at you from each fret
Smiling wryly and penalising at its best

Your favourite chords you played with ease
seem so far out of your crease
Single notes you can’t play
You stand there stunned
As you have no say!!

Once your friend
You loved to the core,
Even your plectrum
Shows you the door!!

In your heart you promise
Again and again
You will never leave without
A kiss a touch or a feel
Every day for a while
Even when you travel a mile,and
It will give its due it swore to you!!

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