What do you do
When hard earned money goes down the drain?
What do you do
When the sweat you put in seems to be in vain?
What do you do
When someone you trust flicks your wallet?
What do you do
When your faith in humanity is your downfall's pellet?
What do you do
When then for your 'carelessness' you are shouted at?
What do you do
To make your parents understand, you are not that bad?!
What do you do
When you lose money you'd saved up for something special?
What do you do
When because of you your friend doesn't get his thank you medal?
What do you do
When the crime eats away at your confidence?
What do you do
When you dream of notes that you now wish you would already spent?
What do you do
When you know you are going to forego many many things to make up?
What do you do
When you know that even such drudgery is a lost cause?
What do you do
When your angst has no space to be shown?
What you do
Is that you write a rhyme and make your friends for their choice mourn. :)
-Written on 30 October 2010
- Self- Explanatory. Some one in college flicked my wallet from my cavernous bag. And people state that things can get lost in there. I was shocked that things get lost from there :)
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rper than sword. that is where you have succeeded in ur journey. Wish u all the best.
P.S dont forget to put in my ears, what contained in the wallet by murmur
was a huge/trivial sum to let me try the CHOICE.
kings had lost great wars and leave apart the damages, they became captives under the victorious for all sorts of tortures. and u lamented over the wallet lost and got shocked by the reply. i doubt anybody around did mourn for the incidence u experienced. Ur succeeding
attempt, through this beautiful poetical medium, to make the readers mourn for u really makes me laugh. you are the mighty of ur empire....imagination, and of course pen is sha
hahaha - good one :)
a hefty amount - 7k :)
If I can't be the mighty
Of the Empire my Imagination weaves
Then what use such trajectory
That even in flight is rooted in boundaries?
My space I use to lament
The loss of potential I could have spent
What harm done, why after all are there friends
If not to celebrate your joys and even petty losses equally resent?
:P
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