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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Life:First Quarter.

Life, one wonder's
when you are born
life starts
its your life
with you
having no say
over it
at start
everyone has a
clean slate
then what happen's
We grow up
we are small
like the new year
Every year
like January,
Loved by all
celebrated by all
hopes, dreams
pinned on us
but no pressure
then we
start growing up
going school
we learn things
we learn to disobey
we learn to hate
we learn success
we learn prize
prize that comes with
price that we pay for
Love it was
to be loved
but no more
we are to succeed
to be loved
to celebrate
we need to win
it's not the same
not the same anymore
it's already March


Pooja Majage said...

Its already may :P jokes apart... but nice poem nicely written.. :)

Aditya Nandode said...

Ty! :) Pooja!

Apoyando said...

Yeah, Its time.

Nice poem :)

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