Violin - A Poem
Violin
With string and wooden frame
You are called violin by name!
You produce such notes,
That enliven millions of hearts;
And give hope to those
Who are bitterly hurt!
Time and tech have wrought upon you
But none can take the melody
Being produced by you!
You carry your enivening task,
Always ready with something new
When anyone asks!
Human beings have lot
To learn from you!
For the betterment of the world
And to do something new!
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