A crowd surrounds me <br />waiting for a memorable performance <br />and you look into their eyes <br />and see deep pain <br />and a craving to be distracted <br />from this tremendous bane of life <br />I am really not inspired <br />by a crowd running away from sorrows <br />and looking upto me as a distraction <br />surely this relation has no attraction <br />I just look heavenwards <br />and perform for my father My creator <br />and see his smiling face in Paramanada <br />Sweeping me off my feet <br />and his aura takes a posession of me <br />And I then blow like the mighty wind <br />As a zephyr over the mountains <br />I am no longer myself <br />but his divine instrument <br />yes Sir his divine instrument<br /><br />anurag duggal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-god-s-guitar/
