A Broken String
A broken string,
In ancient times she sings
Stretched straight on the guitar then she sings,
not more live today fling,
Her song today listen on the temple,
Some telling on rhythm own semple,
Anywhere sing on Hollywood,
I think somewhere in Bollywood,
But everyone that understood,
No one is there ever,
Grandpa tells me,
I have a grandpa who loves me,
I ask where is your grandfather?
Have you any Grandmothers?
Say yes dear tomorrow the same stage stay you,
And Grandpa tell me one equation,
60×60×24×7×30×12×Years spend.
Copyright © Bushan Singh Chib | Year Posted 2022
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