ViolinA Poem by Rida SarwarAll of us have a passion,a plain desire that can be fulfilled over time :) mine is violin..Another day with just the same damn ending same old me trying to laugh through the pain same old thoughts after such a long time rush through my head my dreams suddenly shattered, all the strings broken the only melody finished in just a single blow there it is my life,my passion the only thing whose voice will mesmerize and enchant me once its in my hand and the strings play right the voice of violin plays such a rhythm that nobody can resist and when its with me I go to another world far from my worries..
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Added on January 6, 2014 Last Updated on January 6, 2014 AuthorRida SarwarKarachi, Islam, PakistanAboutA poetess,IO've written blogs on google and word press mainly my poetry that doesn't has just a specific type.Its a mixture of thoughts,reminiscing them all the time,speculating all the thoughts and m.. more..Writing
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