Answer:
1)Amplitude
2)Modulation
3)Frequency
4)Modulation
Write a poem on Himalayas​
Answer:
The Himalayas
Recollection is short, fantasy long!
A place where I'd never been born,
must never be born—
the Himalayas.
On whose behalf
did I go there?
I went with all ten fingers trembling.
With so many kinds of foolishness left back home,
I gazed up toward a few peaks
brilliant at eight thousand meters, their golden blades piled high.
Before that, and after,
I could not help but be an orphan.
I had but one hope:
to stay as far from the Himalayas as humanly possible,
and from the world of troublesome questions.
Yes, that was it.
Answer:
She stood proud
As snow fell round
From her head to her feet
She held her pride
Though strong outside
She was almost on her knees
But she stood tall
Through the cold she hauled
The mistress of bitter breeze