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Let us begin you and I
As we write upon what has gone by
And wonder if what is in store
Would continue to be a bore?

Let us muse you and I
On theories which we stand by
with thoughtless agitation vain
to realize it was all in fact a game

Let us then play you and I
games with rules which we should abide by
only to see that rules virtual or real
are meant to be broken.

Let us go back you and I
To where we begin to say goodbye
And promise to meet again
So that the ordeal might start again

Let us live you and I
In a world where everyone would lie
and yet continue to be honest
and take life in earnest.

Comments

  1. ashwin damleJanuary 22, 2012 at 9:28 PM

    sham kay mast poem lihili ahes ga....

    abhi samja tu kidhar jati nahi hai. gharpe hoti hai
    you are always thinking.... writing poems, prose
    wow!

    I like the 2nd last paragraph or whatever you call it in English.

    Shabbass!

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  2. ShaminiJanuary 24, 2012 at 1:11 AM

    thanks Ash D :D

    pls comment lihit ja ....be honest ...

    thanks... mi aadhi lihit navate..hallich suru kela aahe :)
    baghuya utsaha kiti tikto te

    wish me luck..
    wish you luck..
    bye

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