blocking flow of tears with her hands; geared up
for she knew it was life's last fight.
It had to be a masterstroke
Overwhelmingly; she moved the bow
with a heavy heart & slight tears, she was broke.
The prelude suffered from fatal lyrics
melancholic symphony
astrayed harmony
even improvisations added to unwanted mix.
The struggle was inevitable & apparent
with unmatched notations
& forced conglomerations
the unpreparedness was blatant.
The beats were dark & painful
the chords tangled
the leads misguided
The bass, the treble were dreadful.
The chorus was chaotic all along
there were broken instruments & the crescendo
towards the dead end, she walked slow
the wishes buried & heart hollow
emotions subdued & sound mellow
it was apocalypse of her life' s song.
-Prateek (the emotion-er)
