December 24, 2010
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Stress, trouble, tension, results
The order in which we work
So much happens around us
So much that we go berserk
Easily does our worry build
Climbing further and further up
One would love a diversion
Even if it means playing with a pup
So many things could go wrong
If our minds move astray
A red mark we will get
Hence forcing us to stay
Hard it is to face one’s worst
Hardly does one see
That when one leaves a wavy harbor
They reach a calm sea

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priya said...
Jan. 16, 2011 at 2:34 am
Shorter than was expected seeing the first but it was just as good. being in the time of my final exams too, i can tell how it feels. good job.
ponnu said...
Jan. 16, 2011 at 2:26 am
Nice short and sweet poem. Something we all go through. Good.
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