Written by: Surabhi Ghimire - 26012, Grade IX
Posted on: 15 August, 2022
Whose pink guitar is that? I believe I know.
I saw her, gorgeous but low.
Muffled tunes I heard,
And they gave me shivers.
Heavenly tunes she was playing,
With thoughts of sadness in her head.
She gave her guitar a shake,
Hoping she wouldn't break.
The harmonies are celestial,
No complaints in my heart.
She caught me glancing at her,
Then our friendship took a start.
"Whose pink guitar is that?"
"I believe I know."
After a while,
I stood on her tombstone.
