Monday, March 07, 2005

Hazarding Poetry II

The World is a stage
a new act, a new page
Experiment my friend
twist, turn and bend
What is my purpose?
Why all this fuss?
When I could take it easy right till the end

But I like to run
it's tough and it's fun
Because something inside me declines
the escalator on inclines.
When I sweat I earn
the sleep for which I yearn
the trophies and happiness and all that it finds

Me and poetry? Am I on a roll?
Dunno, mate, it comes from the soul.
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2 comments:

  1. che sara sara07 March, 2005

    oh really gr8 Arjun.....my friend ....u - r - simply superb
    i loved reading .....keep it going...the spirit glowing

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  2. che sara sara07 March, 2005

    a post on my sis in my blog....visit when u r free..

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