Play (poem)

The guitar lies naked

Like an ink-filled fountain pen

Like a paintbrush soaked in a palette.

They must be visited 

- they all must be

By eager minds

Practised fingers

Creative souls

Restless hearts

To spew works of delight, reason and elegance

And myriad emotions

Crafting life paths

invisible in the instruments played

     - Madhavan N, 2024