He strums his broken stringless lute in a filthy street corner
And still the hidden sentimental tune comes out in the lonely moonlit night,
But if he gets the missing strings back somehow
I am sure that you could hear that full song of life.
* In the darkness you see more things?
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flimsy-soul-who-plays-it-again-monotonously/
