It's played with much anguish
This twisted, seething game
Where you search and find and hold in your hands
To lose it all again
The 'it',usually, in poetic minds,
could be love, life, or time;
But in truth, it's just the house key
And nothing too sublime
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6 comments:
Aww Mukta :) how cute u are!
ha ha ha. that is so absolutely true!! there is nothing more profound in the world than the mundane!
hahahaha .... good one !!
haha :) thats very well written
:D
Sounds quite scornful to me :D
Nice!
Cheers,
Me
:) A lovely poem.. precise, simple and profound all at once!
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