Ajay Srivastava

Gold Star - 11,191 Points (28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Musical Instrument - Poem by Ajay Srivastava

Moving slowly left to right and right to left
Connect your lips Through balance air
Grip of both hands is a necessity.
Where everyone love to see
Touch and moment of thin wire
balanced beating with or with out stick which generate sound.
Put & play with your finger and hand
A unique type of voice,
Have a taste, joy & thrill
of classical and western music,
Coordinated effort of human heart and mind
Gives Lifeless music instrument a life
gives impression to human being that
You are on haven, flying like bird in the sky.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 15, 2013

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