My Guitar

This a poem about my lovely guitar which I feel is a kind of transformer in my life. It made my life musical.
I had written only three stanzas earlier, long back! felt it too short and completed it today. In this poem I have conveyed my divine connection with my guitar.

My Guitar

I was never trapped by lure

Until I got my first guitar,

It became part of me thereafter.

I learnt in life to endure

After seeing the strings of guitar,

It made me very brave thereafter.

I was too bored by the chore

And was helped from the pick of guitar;

Never felt bored from thereafter.

I made all my fingers sore

But was healed by the sound of guitar;

Fingers and frets are friends thereafter.

I then started to adore

The dynamics of my guitar

And animated it thereafter.

I now strike it from the core

Mind starts speaking from my guitar

Music is mind's language hereafter.

---AJAY