The poem shows the pain of the heart like dirt on the unused violin. The poem shows the pain of the heart like dirt on the unused violin.

Like his stubborn heart; He weaves up the strings of a violin; which mesmerises a plethora of singer... Like his stubborn heart; He weaves up the strings of a violin; which mesmerises ...

A man of music, an inspiration for, slow artist; Chasing dreams with tied legs, in low spirited f... A man of music, an inspiration for, slow artist; Chasing dreams with tied leg...

The violins and cellos are rushing... The violins and cellos are rushing...

The resonance of violin is no more in the air... The resonance of violin is no more in the air...

The music instruments are very very nice. The music instruments are very very nice.