Whole Day
Morning is like a new SIM card,
New memories start load.
Out going incoming happens whole day
Talk and talk as much you can pay.
Afternoon is like a game,
Need to play within a fixed period
Though it feels repeatedly same.
Evening is like a kiss,
You loose if you miss.
Night is like a bottle of wine,
Allows to sleep well
With releasing tension &
Makes everything fine.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Today's poem
9:41 AM
1 comment
So Nice n realistic One!!!!!!!!!
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