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The Last String
Swadesh Vaibhav 2017A7PS0030P
She was the sweetest string,
Among the other five she knew.
The six of them had different rings,
But she had the brightest hue.
She was the one they used the most,
And plucked and slammed and pried.
The other five were used to it,
But she always wondered why.
“It's because you're the most important one”,
the others used to say.
“Without you, we're incomplete,
No you're meant to stay”.
Days passed, years went,
“Married to her work,” they'd say.
“Why me?”, she'd ask the ones she knew.
“You were born this way”.
They struck, they banged, laughed and sang,
She had to endure it all.
Then one day, she broke, and the singing stopped.
They said it was her fault.
“She was too weak, innocent, too shy”.
“Poor thing is beyond repair”.
They sang again, now a different song.
“We always have a spare”.
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