Life

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Tramp on
dream on
that’s what its all about
Gloat over small successes
weep over frustrations
and
going nowhere days

Envision a better future
find a bleary one staring at you instead
bite your tongue
bow your head
and make that one last effort
yet again

who knows flighty luck may
alight on you this once

Comments

Anonymous said…
hmm, so hav started poetry too. gud attempt. cheers.
7:10 pm, August 24, 2006
Pinku said…
Hi Sahil,

Wish it were really poetry. It was just something I felt and was too dejected to use a lot of words to describe.

Am not good at it or even at living just kind of dragging along.
7:40 pm, August 24, 2006
Seventh Scorpio said…
Hi,
Poetry is what u make of it. I thought "Life" was good. Sometimes we use too many words when feelings can be captured so easily with poetry. It's not about detailed explanations, it's about hidden meanings. Keep writing.
7:05 am, August 28, 2006
bugs said…
hummmm...so now you are a poet too!

its a good idea to tell more in fewer words....

keep it up..

bugs.
9:24 pm, September 04, 2006
Anonymous said…
Read this somewhere,

"Only when you have experienced the lowest of lowest are you humbled enough to appreciate and experience, 'The Highest of Highest' "

There is nothing to fear, nothing to lose and nothing to do, but go forth

Happiness and great future awaits your beckon
5:52 pm, September 07, 2006
Anonymous said…
no hulchul?
4:54 pm, September 11, 2006
Kayla said…
Hi Pinku! I meant to check out your blog much sooner. I was very touched by the comment you left on my blog. And amazed as well by all the coincidences!

I love your poem...you captured so eloquently how I think about things too. Life is not always easy, but you have dreams and keep going. And something will come of it in the end, I very much believe that.

I look forward to reading more!
6:52 am, September 13, 2006
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