The Fiddler. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Fiddler.
A man who was a fiddler
Beautifully he read fiddle
The harmony of the sound vibration
Made the home a heaven.
Fiddle the music instrument
The sound of fiddle makes us happy
In the mind it makes enjoyment
The fiddler sees it in dedication.
The his fidelity ever is great
The fiddle stick always he keeps
Never he attempts to fiddle-faddle
The factual expression, fiddle great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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8/8/2025 1:46:26 AM # 1.0.0
A man who was a fiddler Beautifully he read fiddle The harmony of the sound vibration Made the home a heaven. Truly an excellent work shared in this forum and everything is truly said after long realization.