They are all running so fast
I am falling far behind
How do I catch them
Is all that occupies my mind
But why do I want to catch them
What is so special about them
All right all right they can write a bit
But it is not all there is to life, is it?
I want to become a poet
They say I cannot
I see the gifts they have
But don't see what I have got
All this jealousy is momentary
Just a different mood
And as I make you read this crap
I know that life is good.
wah wah :P :D :D
Just to make it clear .. this is not what I mentioned in the previous post .. that is still pending ... don't know when/if it will come out .. will mention when it does :(
appni likhi haui poem pe khud hi uchalne lage :D
ReplyDeletelaken accha hain
maine socha koi aur to uchhlega nahi .. main hi uchhal leta hoon .. waise poem nahi hai bhai crap hi hai
ReplyDeletebut aapko sach mein achchha laga to achchha hai :)
haan ye to maanta hoon ki poem nahi hain ... laken crap bhi nahi hain ....
ReplyDeletethoughts on particular subject put in rhythmic form
aapko ?? sounds funny
aise hi bindaas likhte raho .. kuch time main logon ko tumse complex hone lagega
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