A game called life....
I was sitting alone
in a beach unknown
with some feelings known
which can not be shown.
Thinking about the life
what a mysterious drive
with lots of choice
a journey to rejoice.
It gives you some pain
some loss & some gain
at times it is dull & mundane
other times it is adventure insane.
You just have to play the game
with no identity but just the name
don't think of money, power or fame
just enjoy the life with pride and no shame.
-PD
posted by abc123def456 at 8:57 PM
7 Comments:
nice poem!
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aab jab itne log itna kuch bol rahe hai to samaj nahin aa raha kya bolu ;)
waise.. don't try too hard ;)
give it a break .. you are losing your touch :P
'Thinking about the life
what a mysterious drive'
yeh acha hai.
simple n sweet
@monk and @shashank:- thank you to both because u r only two who r
regular in my blog...:D
@anonymous:- thank you but what have u done that makes u hide ur identity...
abe tu to mast likhne laga hai ab to... sahi hai ...
poem was good... life=mysterious drive....cool thing....
keep writing such stuff and I'd be more regular...
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