Metronome Life Poem by Pranesh Patil

When I..
pluck the string...
I know...
it's sometimes wrong and some right like always new..
When I..
Re-tune my strings..
I still hear a noisy hue..
An hazy tone with nothing new..
When I..
Make an attempt..
Broken..make me feel guilty now..
But all then..
I re-frame the wires..
of all the broken stings and make a tune...
This time..
I hear a tune..
of all the ones have broken..now I learned to play new...
One and many of them I held to play the blue...
Now that I learned to play you.