Lost Guitarist Nishant Gangblogging, Poem, Poet, poetry, thoughts, ThrillerLeave a comment 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:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppTumblrPinterestLinkedInRedditTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related