The bead string, you the minute cord of unity.
With the simple mechanisms of yours we waited with no anxiety.
Thinking you were going to last till eternity,
You handled us around you with much dexterity.
Socializing us all irrespective of disparity.
Around you we lived in such security.
And in a circular order you brought us to close proximity.
Anytime you shook yourself, we all begin to dance to your ditty.
And when you distorted yourself we all lived in disunity.
Other strings tried to put us together but were all of travesty.
None proved suitable for us like your kind of authenticity.
You were so simple but you had some divinity.
