Time - it is a beautiful thing,
One that passes away but never comes back.
When it spreads its wings,
And flies away, it leaves only memories in your sack.
Memories – they are, both good and bad,
Some are sweet, while a few others are sour,
Some make you laugh, while some make you sad,
Some excite and the rest are bores.
But all these times, you wish you had,
The power to go back and relive old times
Hey, don't look back, don't be sad,
Coz the new time comes with a brand new rhyme.
Future – it is unseen, new and like a blank sheet,
For us to draw, scribble or just let it be.
Some draw a Mona Lisa, some scribble, while others keep it neat
But only you decide what you want it to be.
nice nice...bachha seekh raha hai...keep it up boy :)
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ReplyDeleteok, i know i'm giving advice to you about all this, which is totally not my place coz you are ,you know (god) , but still, just one suggestion:
ReplyDeleteIt is easier if your comments window pops out instead of opening on the same page.
Changed. But don't say (its embarasing) and also, I am just a wannabe, not a real geek.
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