Crossing the road near a music store,
On one fateful ,
overcast afternoon
Through the slightly
ajar glass door,
He happened upon, a treasured
old tune
A melody, he had heard
ages before,
In his youth, during
simpler days
A melody, which despite
years score,
Did not, even today,
fail to amaze
On the road,
transfixed he stood,
His every iota,
focused and heavy
Next he knew, he was
hit by the hood,
Of an enormous,
rumbling Chevy
And as in the gutter,
broken he lay
His life, hanging by a
mere thread
He had the gall to
blame the music’s sway
For bringing him, so
close to death
-Kartik Shastry
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