Lost Guitarist Nishant Gang blogging, Poem, Poet, poetry, thoughts, Thriller October 30, 2018October 30, 2018 1 Minute Tale revolves around an infamous man, Who plays guitar like no one can. In a small pub in the city of London, Happened something strange with every fan. It starts at ten on every night, and With time whole pub goes quiet, Yet I felt something was off, I felt numb, I lost my sight. Crowd kept listening till it was dawn, No one left no one did yawn, So mesmerizing was his music, I felt strange as if he was a con. Night ended and so did the show, I got out and found the streets full of snow, However something didn’t add up, I just couldn’t let this one go. Later next day I went for it again, Pub staff said no one here ever sang, On asking around I found this guy, mental Said, “It’s been 60 years yet I can’t explain”. Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Published by Nishant Gang An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing Poems. Come with me and escape the reality word by word. View all posts by Nishant Gang Published October 30, 2018October 30, 2018
