Violin
Very late had I known your glory and grandeur,
Though classic, you're mishmash with rock and folk allure;
Your melody merrily mingles with fastness,
Does it not blend with rhythmic sanguine slow softness...?
When you came into my hand in my mid fifty,
I felt like taming an elephant so shifty;
Your strings seemed to stretch my tough and hard-molded veins,
I could not bear so long my neuropathic pains...!
Its gracefulness cannot be just competed with,
Don't around its splendor revolve many a myth?
Midst its grandeur it burns calories, says science,
There's, in violin, art-cognitive alliance...!
When someone asked me: how hard it is to play this,
I said it's like palm-tapping, as a nemesis;
Friends, finally, I mastered, yet, playing a song,
Only goodness knows how long my art will prolong...!!!
19 April 2023
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