Guitar

A wooden shelf with nothing to string upon so rhythmically brings out the rhythms mesmerizing n deep,

and when.. when it got a shape with a hollowness within without any guttered thoughts.. the string then beep,

the music..  Melodies flows and dexterous fingers so majestically begins an aura of musically splendid flow,
putting the musical flow in veins in lionizing way the appetite of such can not be tamed.. the desires just grow,

the marvel thus becomes a guitar with strings that chart out busters n by whom.. by those who know how to play,
and control the strings just with the motives to get the best lyrical sound out.. thus in unison the chords sway,

and hip hop.. with the rhythmical retreats.. the musical treats.. and all only when you have an ever enjoying ears,
that love the music.. instruments though are the musical mediums.. and hence guitar is no less a lover without fear,

whose strings are always in hand of one who.. who knows and who does not know.. how to play and get the best,
out of it/this.. the heavy attituded shall remain heavy and one to get played by hands of one beautiful deserves.. All the rest...