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Feeble Flute

This humble musician so sad, got upset of being always trodden by the swaggy salvo of neglect. He tried to impress people by his music, but its timid tune reached nowhere, dissipated unheard in the thin air. He once listened to the call of his soul, wanted to be heard loud and bold, so got a trumpet from cacophonous market. On a moonshine night when people slept, he tried but couldn’t blow his trumpet, for it turned into a feeble flute. August 30, 2019

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