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Wednesday, 4 February 2009


Trance was the tune of the moment
Brace was the cry for the future.

Distant seemed the end of this Road
Pristine felt the touch of those Bold.

Fluttering with the clouds were the birds
Ceiling & the Feeling of Joy were the orders.

Attend this ball with a sense of belonging
Pretend to fly when the time is at a standstill.

Longer grows the sentence of this life & beyond
Faster runs the hands of time & so fond.

Guess this is another waste of a poem
Buzz…y don’t you go & get em.

Ajay Padattil

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