String Struck - Poem by Dorothy Sinha
The impeccable resonance..
I writhe in pain
the thin string
cuts into my skin
Yet my fingers glide
over its brass frets
(tied with golden jute threads)
That is when
time stands still
A humming string
a musician’s greatest reward
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