Friday, 3 June 2011


A piece of paper
One torn wrapper
I spent my days with
Some innocent prayer,

I shaped wet soil
I touched green leaves
I fed little insects
There was so much zeal

Far from all worries
I slept at serene nights
When i din hav to care
what's dream and what's nightmare

Wonder why grew so fast
To be part of this drama as a cast
Where i hav to keep track
What i gained and why i lost.......


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