Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Value is not constant.





I want to grow quickly.
Once grown, I loathe to.
I long for her like anything.
Once sidelined, I smudge.
The mother is no more
Dear when wife is near.
Don’t value the today,
Based on the yesterday.
Don’t value the tomorrow,
Based on the today.
16.05.2001

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