Saturday, December 18, 2010

Today's poem


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.

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