An out-of-tune guitar, with broken strings, rusting alone in the pits of obscurity, cries out loud, an eerie song of dismal grief. The soul of it, unable to charm, unable to resonate with the divine harmony, lies silent, helpless - listening to that song of a morbid whimper. My mind, out-of-sync, with broken dreams, decaying alone in the depths of reality, heard that song, and resonates with its discordant sounds. My heart, exhausted, unable to survive, unable to carry the embittered mind, li...