Friday, 14 October 2011

Different Falls,Same Cures

thinking and assuming i jump onto the wall,
off course i had a great fall
wounded knees,
wounded elbows,
but when friends say, cheese,
all my pain went,
i was again cool, like a breeze.
now its all hotch-potch
as i found,
my mind definitely has a wound
because its uneasy to decide,
the things my mind reminds 
perhaps the cure is the same,
its just the matter of their hope, trust and smile,
but damn my friends are not ashamed

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