The violinist.

The violinist

The violinist played his violin,
sitting in the corner of a street.
Whatever trifle earning he had,
he could fulfill his bread and meat.

The man was not alone.
a pet dog was his companion,
came and sitting by the violinist
 and also got the share from the man.

The neighbours were also happy,
to listen the soothing tune of violin.
The heart soothing sound also
keep them very coolin.

Oneday the violin fell akwardly,
from the hand of the man.
The man couldn't produce sound of violin.
He broke down.

The man and his pet,
both stayed fasting.
They were sitting there helplessly,
from morning to evening.

But the neighbor's stretched
their helping hand.
 Helped him with a new violin to listen,
 the tune producing by his graceful hand.

So life is beautiful
when we support each other.
and without it,
a cordial ambience can't grow ever.