Tuesday, 12 July 2005


Life filled with myriad colours
Imbued by varied hues, intensity and ardor

What heart craves, yearns, desires
May not be always what it acquires

Maybe less, maybe more,
Life has got for us so much in store

Interesting with its quirks and surprises
Either apparent or in disguises,

Must face it squarely,as it comes
Is there any need for questions?

Rancor about life? Inquisitions?
Does life need any interrogations?

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