Friday, 8 September 2006


How can you possibly define tangibility?
Your advice smacks of duplicity.
While your own words lack clarity

For someone who speaks in riddles,
From unpleasantness he twiddles
He plays around words and fiddles

Finer feelings, for you, are out of reach
My heart and soul, you tried to breach
You do not have any right to preach

For what you seek, I can never be
By your insensitivity you set me free
Life without you now, is filled with glee.

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